Оригинален текст
Cold and alone in the vinyard he lies
stained and all broken the nightingale dies
Looking from your window
i can see the snow
freezing cold
Grinding to a halt
on stonecold gravel
freeze alone
Cold and alone in the vinyard he lies
stained and all broken the nightingale dies
Looking from your window
i can see the snow
freezing cold
Grinding to a halt
on stonecold gravel
freeze alone