الكلمات الأصلية
ENالترجمة غير متاحة بعد. نعرض الكلمات الأصلية.
The sun it rises
Only to reveal snow fields
With no surprises
We’re frozen
Nothing left to feel
But we can find a place
That’s warm
Chip away the rocks
Lets bloom
Become undone
Under a tree
Wind blowin we felt good
Just let us be
Don’t sell that all for wood
They’re rich in ivory we’re told
To kill those elephants for gold
