The Fame (Polska) - Blanchofobia

Here, on glass - frost ornaments
And on grass - the first hoarfrost
There - trees's hearts are breaking
Just like a broken bell

It's the end of warm nights
Outside the windows - first snow
It takes away my hope
For a favorable course of life

Chionophobia - it's the state,
In which I'm fed up with winter
Chionophobia - it's the fear,
Of meeting You ever again

Chionophobia - it's the state,
In which I'm fed up with winter
Chionophobia - it's the fear,
Of meeting You ever again

Everything covered with a white shroud
I don't know, if it's life, or death
White mouth, cold hands
In a white city - grey day

Hands are frozen, heart is frozen
And, in front of the building - poor janitor
White colour inspires terror,
White colour provokes fear

Chionophobia - it's the state,
In which I'm fed up with winter
Chionophobia - it's the fear,
Of meeting You ever again

Chionophobia - it's the state,
In which I'm fed up with winter
Chionophobia - it's the fear,
Of meeting You ever again

I haven't seen You for so long,
But I was feeling chill long ago
You looked good in white
You were cold, like ice

Go to hell, white lady,
With an ice heart in her chest
I wish you good health, stay classy,
Winter stays all around us

Chionophobia - it's the state,
In which I'm fed up with winter
Chionophobia - it's the fear,
Of meeting You ever again

Chionophobia - it's the state,
In which I'm fed up with winter
Chionophobia - it's the fear,
Of meeting You ever again

Chionophobia - it's the state,
In which I'm fed up with winter
Chionophobia - it's the fear,
Of meeting You ever again