Luyện nghe bài hát Dark February

In the dire obscurity of another dark February, lowers a fog of uncertainty
On a thin gasp of wind only to me.
My shivering sigh spreads a far and wide.
The frigid, sky remains immobile, petrified.
I attempt to seek out the source of this curse by bad-tempered Gods,
Of how the Moon keeps on its course without being by the cries of dogs.

Oh my love, I am freezing in my dressing gown.
Cold, the season, hold me when the sun goes down.

As hesitant haze, it deepens, under a blanket of doubt, I've been sleeping.
Here, our begins,
Where the tears are wept are kept for safe-keeping.
They say it will to an end.
Then all things will again.
In this eggshell atmosphere, which is so thin,
20 million copper needles begin vibrating...
My has been eclipsed by the severity of my trembling lips.
I locked my heart at dusk, I will open it again when the light comes in.

Oh my love, I'm in my marble dressing gown.
Cold, the oldest season, me when the sun goes down.