шарилась по тумблру в поисках высококонцептуальной кхм да зимней фотки под песню, чтобы по-хипстерски было и влюбилась.
внезапно хочется ее везде, всегда и прям любовьлюбовьлюбовь


When leaves have fallen
And skies turned into grey.
The night keeps on closing in on the day
A nightingale sings his song of farewell
You better hide for her freezing hell

On cold wings she's coming
You better keep moving
For warmth, you'll be longing
Come on just feel it
Don't you see it?
You better believe it.