I Am A Book Of Snow, A

About Me, Nothing Worse They Will Tell You, My Love, Than What I Told You

Love Is A Clash Of Lightnings

In The Distance Someone Is Singing.

And Our Problems Will Crumble Apart, The Soul / Blow Through Like A Wind, And Here Where We Live Will All Be Clean Again, With Fresh Bread On The Table.

Cómo Se Acuerda Con Los Pájaros La Traducción De Sus Idiomas?