Feelings change in one moment

you see life in these ruins
but I find it hard to believe
in places where your heart bleeds
so hard to find the space
where we can lie down quietly

cold winds are shaking the high trees
and it's so easy to forget our names
love is a perfect ache
and I hear the sound of piano when you are calling me 

En acústico parecen anunciar con mayor inevitabilidad la llegada del frío invierno ruso.  De eso, los muchachos de Motorama entienden algo; son de Rostov.

words are slowly turning to the snow