Que rara esta la calle, me olvidaste o quizas ya ni mi cara es la misma, y todo color sepia ante mis ojos entreabiertos y mi lento caminar. Que se podra
Nothing I call love can clear away the clouds To see beauty, to live under the light of you Nothing I call love can clear away the clouds From this cold
This season makes me restless? Surrounded by your family, although you?re six feet underneath. Are you watching us? Are you listening from the stars above
Traducción: Rocket, Sky. Outono Branco.
Shiver Under the snow falling sky Feeling so secure In hiding from the world It's cold But I like how it feels inside
giants in their grandeur they stand and hold the sky Shadows grow tall covering the barren earth The earth that wears only lichen and moss The sun is setting and the sky
На сердце осеннее небо, Которое сам себе выбрал. Чтобы помнить о том, как не просто, И о тех, кто раньше времени выбыл. Чтобы помнить о том, как не просто