Текст песни
[Intro: Piano & Synth Melody]
(Atmospheric piano chords with light synth pads, cold and crystalline. Gentle reverb, slow tempo — like snow falling. Minimalist, haunting melody on piano; synth layers gradually appear, creating a sense of vast, empty space. Vocal enters softly, almost whispered, on the last bar of the intro.)
[Verse 1]
In a white captivity, where the blizzard’s the architect,
We’re sketches on a blank parchment, lost in the dark.
The snowy haze is our only direction,
In a world with silent decoration.
We’re just an echo in a crystal desert,
Shadows on the edge of winter.
In this endless, cold picture —
Frozen, drifting, never delivered.
[Chorus 1]
White — like the first, timid light
That still smolders deep inside.
The wind’s an artist, painting patterns,
Hiding all the traces, cold and wide.
White captivity — a shroud, a chalk,
On the asphalt, pale and stark.
Here the colors fade away,
Last dreams fade to gray.
In white captivity, like a tale,
We remain, we stay, we fail.
[Verse 2]
In white captivity — no trace,
Only silence, endless space.
A white sorrow in the heart —
Can’t break free, can’t restart.
In the white silence we’re lost,
Forgetting who we were, the cost.
But maybe beyond the snow,
A breath will break through, soft and slow.
And the white veil will melt away,
Bringing back our flame, our day.
[Chorus 2]
In white captivity, you and I,
Trapped in silence, reaching high.
The wind’s an artist, painting patterns,
Hiding all the traces in the sky.
The world’s become a tide, a wave,
Of white, blind purity, so brave.
Here the colors fade away,
Last dreams fade to gray.
In white captivity, like a tale,
We remain alone, we’re pale.
[Verse 3]
Boundaries of «was» and «will» erased,
Memory’s a shard, in a heart displaced.
A heart that no longer loves or judges,
Just echoes in the coldest margins.
In white captivity we’re just shadows and sound,
Pages the wind flips, turning round.
White dust on the lashes, frozen tight,
Time here thickens — then fades to night.
[Chorus 3]
Last sparks of fire fade away,
Every word is just a day.
The world’s become a tide, a wave,
Of white, blind purity, so brave.
Here the colors fade away,
Last dreams fade to gray.
In white captivity, like a tale,
We remain alone, we’re pale.
Searching for answers that don’t exist,
White… our captivity…
[Verse 4]
We’re just patterns on the window glass,
Melting frost in empty hands, at last.
A world once bright and full of grace,
Now a reflection in an icy face.
No salvation in the silence found,
In this sterile, featureless ground.
In a heart where cold’s the only song,
Everything’s turned to nothing, gone.
[Final Chorus]
Last sparks of fire fade away,
Every word is just a day.
The world’s become a tide, a wave,
Of white, blind purity, so brave.
Here the colors fade away,
Last dreams fade to gray.
In white captivity, like a tale,
We remain… we fail…
Searching for answers that don’t exist,
White… our captivity…
We… remain… alone…
[Outro: Fading Piano & Synth]
(Piano melody returns, simpler and more fragile. Synth pads slowly dissolve. Vocal ad‑libs — soft, wordless hum, layered with light reverb. Tempo slows. Each piano note rings out and fades. Final chord lingers with long reverb tail, then silence.)
