A thin breeze of snow, and the year begins on a brand new day I found a lonely glove, on a bench, frozen...It could be yours... And your warmth's still inside, and your caresses too, my fingers I slide into yours Snow gives the silence the deepness of my love for you Green Park is a cold desert but I guess you're somewhere, very close to me I know we're hiding for long, far enough to break the wishes, but the memory of your kiss Snow gives the silence the deepness of my love for you...