November winds

November winds , dry lips crave moisture .
You re wondering now, I have been thinking shyness .
November impossible to control , passes through the streets of a woman
lonely too stubborn to admit Our love .
Ready to shyness , he would be far away from the push .
The darkness of the world can hold , wet rain water.
Serene peace without haste . longing for the summer
summer night mist , love, lust moisture.
Here in the darkness I can see everything better ,
when the sun is not too dazzled by this world.
Gone are the days of rays , is now the world of gnomes in March .

I'll leave the window open a crack , it is a refuge for small
days of the beam to come inside my room.
It is a small numb body arcs of wool .
I'll make a steaming hot chamomile tea .
Pimeydenkesellä I feel that my wings are
the strong increase in the air , a good carrying capacity .
These days of darkness, convenient inside hidden love.
They give a lot of joy to us , if you are able to take
the veil of darkness edge. even then, can
to dream, to be wild like a wild wine , you can be realistic
or drown in my dreams . It's melancholy can be a quagmire ,
if you do not you come to my boardwalks creates .
My grief , it may burst into bloom the most beautiful ;
to change a song into words , the darkest Finland's .