A keresés eredménye

Irony of Fate

As long as the patterns are drawn on the glass, it's winter
As long as you're not with me, but all alone
I so fled, I so flew
Snowflakes in your blizzard
Snowflakes in the blizzard of yours
To say I love you.
 
Whenever on the streets the winter performs and flaunts, na-na-na
And all the dogs and the flat owners are thus comfortable in [their] homes, na-na-na
 
Chorus:
Such is the story
The irony of fate, irony
Such is the story
Of how I found you.
 
You were sitting at home, but your white Labrador 'Salmon'
Whined, into the yard I wanted to go and at the phone the cord was gnawing
You were sitting at home alone in the embrace of a blanket
And into the yard he escaped, you had to break after him.
You lost him in the blizzards
And she went in tears among the snowy firs
Snowdrifts like riding breeches
I saw your gaze through the window of the cafe.