Testo It Depends On You

The wind carries memories of a time.

That seems so far away.

It holds me tenderly and yet it marks the end, isn?t it?


Can you imagine, even for a moment,

A plac,e a piece of land.

Where someone will grieve for you forever alone.



The falling snow brings memories of an old love.

Urging me to go on living.

It caresses me tenderly and yet marks the end, isn?t it?


Can you imagine, even for a moment,

A place, a piece of land on the south.

Where someone will grieve for you forever alone.