Це все зима

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The air bites sharp like a glassy knife.

White blankets cradle the sleeping life. Frost-kissed branches wear silver lace.

A hush falls down, the earth stands still.

Breath like clouds on the windowsill.

C'est ce zima, zima, zima, zima.

C'est ce zima, zima, zima, zima, zima.

Snowflakes tumble in a quiet ballet.

The pines bow low as they softly sway.

Footprints vanish where the drifts collide.

The world feels painted in shades of light, a canvas born from the longest night. Each tree whispers secrets to the sky.

C'est ce zima, zima, zima.

C'est ce zima, zima, zima.

C'est ce zima, zima, zima.

C'est ce zima, zima, zima.