Loin Du Froid de Décembre
Anastasia
Far from the December Cold
Images come back to me
Like the tender memory
Of an old tune
Once in December
I remember it seems to me
The games we used to invent together
I find in a smile
The flame of my memories
I remember it seems to me
The games we used to invent together
I find in a smile
The flame of my memories
And in the distance an echo
Like an ember under the ashes
A whisper in half-words
That my heart wants to understand
An old tune
Far from the December cold
