Ән мәтіні
[Кіріспе] Frost gathers where the pine roots split A pale wind bends the iron grass [Куплет 1] Through a pass of frozen stone I carry sparks beneath my tongue Black branches claw the empty sky The old bell rings, but no one comes [Алдынғы қайырма] Cold hands open every gate White breath marks the road [Қайырма] Rise, winter fire, rise Burn through the buried night No crown, no chain, no prayer survives When the northern mountains bite [Куплет 2] I found your name on a weathered blade Half erased by sleet and years The valley kept its silence close While ravens circled over here [Көпір] Under the ice, the river turns Under the snow, the roots still learn A final ember, hard and red Keeps its oath among the dead [Қайырма] Rise, winter fire, rise Burn through the buried night No crown, no chain, no prayer survives When the northern mountains bite [Аутро] Let the white horizon close Let the last black pine stand I walk where frozen thunder grows With winter burning in my hands
