Luyện nghe bài hát Dark February

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

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

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

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