Letra de Misty rains are comin

In the middle of frost
The winter´s started
Her breath the trees undressed
Made pale of sticks
The limbo´s started
I´m sitting by fire
And i am wet

It´s drizzling all the weeks
I guess it won´t stop
Tranquil murmur of the wind crawling into my ears

Wood is wet -wet to the pith
O´ god´s disgrace
Bright blue flames
Like a night sky
Far away-miles away
In the distant nothingness
I´m feeding the fire
I think it won´t go out

I am sitting
By hearth
I am wet
By hearth