Testo Fallen

Slippers in the snow, outside my window,
Renounce the morning glow, I suppose they've nowhere else to go...

I've fallen, in the safest place,
I've fallen, my dying grace,
I'm broken when my heart creates a refuge,
Where the pieces of me wait...
I won't go down to the hollow, where it rains,
Red oak, ashwood, blossom,
Mother knows, she'll send four letters written by the crows,
Wearing mittens under shabby robes,
Winter blows...

I've fallen, in the safest place,
I've fallen, my dying grace,
I'm broken when my heart creates a refuge,
Where the pieces of me wait...