1. Heart of cold, you know that I'm fond
But someday your heart will be unfold.
2. Wintertime is the lonely time
So my soul is hanging for a Prime.
R. Old game, old game
Honey I will never be the same.
Old game, old game
Honey I will never be the same.
3. Whiteness of day.
Am I going down my way?
4. Heart of stone: I'd like to know
What will be and what should be done.
R. Old game, old game
Honey I will never be the same.
Old game, old game
Honey I will never be the same.
5. Hope of vain: am I going insane?
Jump deep down from a high rockside.
6. I won't jump, I don't wanna jump.
Eyes of ice are open so wide!
Стихи - 3, 4 января 1994 г. Москва
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