post punk folk rock
I write tunes.
Lyrics
translation:
Hidden behind a blanket of clouds
the light fades away
trees do their best to break the spell
but night's gaining ground
Clocks are getting late
it's the month of the dead
Cold damp streets wet our old shoes
leaves lose their color
a grey wind fortells winter
and the coldest rain
accompanies the darkness in a sinister duet
i wont let the leaves bring me down to the ground with them
i wont let the darkness nor the cold keep me away from my soul.
