Of Ded Moroz

The bottle is dry but you're still wet One hundred years and you haven't said A word or two to make it right You're sleeping in, you're pale white You've got no legs cause you haven't moved You haven't arms to pull you through To drink it down and clear the way You've got no throat to say it straight And so it goes away And so it goes away And life could be apart from me And so it goes away Changing tones like the autumn leaves But you're colored more like blueish grief And Father Frost might do you well To sit you down and cast a spell The creature rouse to sing replies To the rhythmic morning rooster cries So crack your eyes, get out of bed I'd hate to see you freeze to death And so it goes away And so it goes away And life could be apart from me And so it goes away --- Of Ded Moroz - Seryn