As the night sky breezes cold
From winter's time to snow
Liberty has nowhere to go
Buried dead in this pile of snow.

The bird was trapped in a tree
With white, as rose white wings
Wings frostbitten in the snow
Of those crippling heresies.

The bird was chirping in a tree
With red, as rose red beak
Singing out love be freed
Eluding poisoned melodies.

The bird was crying in a tree
With clear, as glass clear tears
Waiting for his love to come back
Alive in this stormy wind.

The bird saw his love
Pelted by the striking snow
He flew out not minding
If death would shoot his bow.

They both died leaving no memory
Cause they both cannot lay eggs
Now the love they had ends here
Buried dead in this pile of snow.