Gathering, The

On most surfaces (inuit)

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Текст песни Gathering, The - On most surfaces (inuit)

Gathering, The - On most surfaces (inuit) слова песни


The frost hits me in the eye and wakes me
These are blurry winters and I cannot see

I walk into the white light of the snow
When the sun comes
I break it with my shadow
Which tales me where I go

The frost hits me in the eye and wakes me

I am the snow falling down on you
I tear up your face with my frost
And make you run to somewhere warm
When I come I see you get away
I burst out about your emptiness

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