Gradually cold Seasons fall down on me Seasons fall down on me Gradually cold It's gradually cold Seasons fall down on me Seasons fall down on me Gradually cold Gradually cold Deep in the action No, never just words The block's on alert As red as the eyes that are glaring I march with my love Yeah, we chant and we roar The sound of drums reflecting off buildings As high as the fist that has risen Oh sweet fire I feel in her palm The urge to let it be known To the powers that be That true balance is due Overdue Sweet fire I feel in hеr palm Never just words Nevеr just words