Sounds pierce my ears. Slow the music frees my passions and the night comes with our solitudes. We neighbours cradle Our solitude, trying to forget the silence of our hearts. The night frost goes down deep in my soul and I see I'm at home again.
Sounds pierce my ears. Slow the music frees my passions and the night comes with our solitudes. We neighbours cradle Our solitude, trying to forget the silence of our hearts. The night frost goes down deep in my soul and I see I'm at home again.