paroles de chanson Wandering Souls - Tom Budin , Kopa

I have grown into something
I have sold up for nothing
Winter blows in my direction
Darkness falls, warm my skin

We′re wandering souls
Growing old
We're off the road
Off the road

We′re wandering souls
Growing old
We're off the road
Off the road

Show me how to start a fire
Warmer now in my attire
Settle down, the ice is melting
Take my hands beneath the trees

We're wandering souls
Growing old
We′re off the road
Off the road
We′re wandering souls
Growing old
We're off the road
Off the road