paroles de chanson No. Other - Ólafur Arnalds , Arnór Dan

Speak slowly, tongue of winter
Leak only strokes of bright moonlight
These streets I've weaved with hunger
Repeatedly with white sheet eyes
Quiver through the nights
Beneath a lonesome moon, I hear
This city croons to me, no other
With dark descending phantoms
Haunts hoary heads he longest wail
Their hollow beat of footsteps
Will follow me midst snowy trail
Beneath a lonesome moon, I hear
This city croons to me, no other
Releasing all too soon, I'm near
To her my heart gives in, no other
(The grieving streetlights monitored me well, since all was but frost)