He is sitting on a hill A vapid night is crawling through the vale The trees are fangs of transiency The demons forge hammers and nails He will travel
(Lyrics: Janey Diamond / Music: Gold-Bloss) He is sitting on a hill A vapid night is crawling through the vale The trees are fangs of transiency The
Μετάφραση: Alphaville. Ελεγεία.