Rust or consciousness

I think it is going to snow
I feel cold inside my bones
and outside the windows I see
the fog on the peaks the highest
Yes, I'm aware winter is coming
and the old man is knocking lonely

Am I here for a case
or is it just a written fate?
Is it rust or consciousness
what I see over my face?
And even if winter is coming
I have to keep some warm inside

I have stopped to put myself in shame
thanks to what it's changed in the last
days we are only wheels over rough roads
every dip we take is a small stop

I deliver all my bad thoughts to the moon
and they can come back completely new
in a way I've never could imagine
shining over the darkness I know

Let me take some decision
that is really by my own
to go once towards myself
and not towards someone else
now that it's clear winter is coming
there's no more time for seers to lie

I have stopped to put myself in shame
thanks to what it's changed in the last days
we are only wheels over rough roads
every dip we take is a small stop

I deliver all my bad thoughts to the moon
and they can come back completely new
in a way I've never could imagine
shining over the darkness I know