ólafur arnalds ft. arnór dan - no. other | Текст песни

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Speak slowly, tongue of winter
Leak only strokes of bright moonlight.

These streets I‘ve weaved with hunger
Repeatedly with white sheet eyes.
Quiver through the nights

Beneath a lonesome moon, I hear,
This city croons to me, no other.
With dark descending phantoms
Haunts hoary heads the longest wail

Their hollow beat of footsteps
Will follow me midst snowy trail

Beneath a lonesome moon, I hear,
This city croons to me, no other.
Releasing all too soon, I’m near;
To her my chest gives in, no other
(The grieving street lights monitored me well, since all was but frost)

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