Dark February - Rasputina

In the dire obscurity of another dark February, there lowers a fog of

uncertainty

On a thin gasp of wind known only to me

My shivering sigh spreads a shadow far and wide

The frigid, leaden sky remains immobile, petrified

I attempt to seek out the source of this ancient curse by bad-tempered Gods

Of how the Moon keeps on its course without being stopped by the cries of dogs

Oh my love, I am freezing in my marble dressing gown

Cold, the oldest season, hold me when the sun goes down

As this hesitant haze, it deepens, under a blanket of doubt, I’ve been sleeping

Here, our deterioration begins

Where the tears that are wept are kept for safe-keeping

They say it will come to an end

Then all things will begin again

In this eggshell atmosphere, which is so very thin

20 thousand million copper needles begin vibrating…

My frigidity has been eclipsed by the severity of my trembling lips

Although I locked my heart at dusk, I will open it again when the light comes in

Oh my love, I’m freezing in my marble dressing gown

Cold, the oldest season, hold me when the sun goes down