The archers come to the edge of ferns The wind it floats so cold with words You're in and out of sleep tonight It lead you to the shed to hide Breathing
Preklad: Padajúce hore. Oblúka na Archtilles.
The archers come to the edge of ferns The wind it floats so cold with words You're in and out of sleep tonight And it let you to the shed to hide Breathing
