Lyrics

(Verse 1) [Soft ambient synths, whispering vocals, distant violin, and the sound of wind weaving through the melody.]Winter drapes the valley in silence,Storms retreat with whispers low.Rivers murmur through the distance,Lost reflections in the snow.
(Pre-Chorus) [Dark pop undertones emerge, deep bass pulsations, and layered ethereal harmonies build tension.]The sky, once bright, now wears a shroud,A world adrift in restless tides.North is calling, South is fading,East still longing, West resigning—All drifting like the falling leaves.
(Chorus) [Electropop crescendos with soaring violins, atmospheric pads, and echoing percussion, carrying a sense of longing and resilience.]Let us hibernate, let the frost run deep,Let the dawn slow its hurried glow.Noon will slumber, dusk will whisper,Night will cradle all we know.In stillness, strength will find us whole,For spring will call us home.
(Verse 2) [Soulful vocals, melancholic flute interludes, and delicate piano notes create an intimate warmth.]A mother folds herself in warmth,Humming lullabies soft and low.A father watches embers flicker,Tracing stories in the glow.A son, weary from distant mountains,Sleeps beneath a silver sky.A daughter, hands still marked by labor,Dreams where quiet petals lie.
(Pre-Chorus) [A haunting blend of whispers and strings, slow pulsing beats mimic the rhythm of a heart seeking solace.]The hills still hum of restless hunger,The valleys echo ghosts of song.Yet deep below, the roots are whispering:"Strength is gathered when we're still."
(Chorus) [Layers of ambient sounds intertwine with gothic harmonies, creating an emotional, cinematic swell.]Let us hibernate, let the frost run deep,Let the dawn slow its hurried glow.Noon will slumber, dusk will whisper,Night will cradle all we know.In stillness, strength will find us whole,For spring will call us home.
(Bridge) [Dreamlike reverberations, choral echoes, and drifting synth waves immerse the listener in an otherworldly trance.]Softened colors, fading echoes,Tracing constellations high.A quiet world of hearts unspoken,A dream that lingers in the sky.
(Outro) [A final whispering lullaby, soft violin fading into a distant breeze, water gently trickling as nature reawakens.]For spring will come, as it always does,Blossoms waking from the snow.But for now, let us hibernate,And in stillness, rise once more.