Скачать или смотреть AI Music - Cold hands by Berra Onaran

Cold hands, shaking in the quiet night,
She hides her fears under neon lights.
He turned her voice into a trembling sound,
Now every heartbeat feels too loud.
She tries to breathe, but the room’s too small,
His words still echo on every wall.

She tells herself “I’m fine,”
But the truth slips through her spine.

She’s sinking slowly,
Drowning in the things he said.
Her heart is heavy—
Feels like winter in her head.
He stole her colors,
Left her fading into grey.
She’s sinking slowly,
But she’s trying to find her way.

She walks on eggshells just to stay unseen,
Forgotten pieces of who she used to be.
He made her doubt every breath she took,
Rewrote her story, page by page, like a book.
Now she’s whispering to the dark outside,
“Is there a place where I can hide?”

She wants to run away,
But her mind won’t let her stray.


She’s sinking slowly,
Drowning in the things he said.
Her heart is heavy—
Feels like winter in her head.
He stole her colors,
Left her fading into grey.
She’s sinking slowly,
But she’s trying to find her way.

Maybe someday she’ll feel warm again,
Break the chains he wrapped around her skin.
Maybe the frost will melt from her eyes—
And she’ll learn she still can rise.

She’s sinking slowly,
But her pulse is still alive.
She’s cold and lonely—
But she’s fighting to survive.
He stole her colors,
But he won’t take her flame away.
She’s sinking slowly,
But she’ll find herself someday.