I learned to not eat the snow
My fur is hot my tongue is cold
On a bed of spider web
I think about to change myself
A lot of hope in a one man tent
Theres no room for innocence
Take me home before the storm
Velvet Mites will keep us warm
Whispering
Morning keep the streets empty for m e
Uncover our heads and reveal our souls
We were hungry before we were born
/Fever Ray
jeszcze tylko trochę tego zimna, pochmurnej pogody i nudy
i nadejdzie mój ukochany maj, rozpoczęty miłym akcentem,
bo przez koncert Skinny Patrini <3
aj lajk it end aj łont it!