Songtexte Dinner - Kros

It was like a cold winter through the snow
Even smallest twings in ice were enveloped
The sermon of the reverend was truly magnificent

I did nothing but cry
I did nothing but cry
I did nothing but cry
I did nothing but cry

Was like a cold winter through the storm
And even the smallest things in what I swore were all gone
The sermon of the reverend had truly heal my need for sun

I did nothing but cry
I did nothing but cry
I did nothing but cry

As our life was only a dinner
As our life was only a dinner
As our life was only a dinner