Cold November

Is there a memory, to keep me warm these days?
Is there a path where I can turn my head around like a man and see?
Is there a memory, to give us purpurose, don't you say?
Where do I find my strength to sing?

I still remember that look of contempt
I still remember the pain of cold in my bones
The traces that the feet left throughout the path are still fresh
My eyes kept staring the house I never saw again

The Cold November
Still haunts me to this day
The Cold November
Echos in the past

We walked throughout a century, but we still fell down.
We went through a century, but we still can't stand up.
We learned throughout a century, but we still didn't learn a thing?
The unknowledged, the greedy one collides a whole popullation.

How long will it take us to love ourselves
How long will it take us to change our own fate
How long will it take us to value the life of the other
Will you tell me, where do we find the will to sing

The Cold November
Still haunts me to this day
The Cold November
November...

They cursed me, they beated me, unfaithful you'll be, they said to me
They striped me, they clothed me, I can't recognize myself anymore

The bridal gown they made for me, I keep it with pride
The way they're dancing, just like a bride, how beautiful they keep up to the rythm.