Traste Lindéns Quintet
As On Film
Spring
See the snow that fell yesterday
runs away with all its tracks
Soon the ground is bare again
A few steps left
The road is silent if empty
coils like a striped snake
So full of poison it away
your hand was cold, your eye...
and now is pale spring here
she knocks on my door
With the scent of flowers and all that
but I've seen it before
See the snow that fell yesterday
the steps stop stop walking
So close your gate and lock your door
and leave the light outside
Now pale spring is here...