# a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z

Versuri On most surfaces (inuit)
- Gathering

The frost hits me in the eye
and wakes me
these are blury 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 emptyness.

The frost hits me in the eye
and wakes me
these are blury winters
and I cannot see