Bringing back to mountain cold
Biting frost of soundless fields
Cutting up leftover breath
(The) Silence (is) sowing its seeds
Wading through the forest, touching fiber of the fog
My lips (are) praising primal beauty without any words
Suddenly she put her finger on my shivering mouth
Licked by the moonlight, left me in a silence
Suddenly she put her finger on my shivering mouth
Licked by the moonlight, left me in a silence
Bringing back to mountain cold
Biting frost of soundless fields
Cutting up leftover breath
(The) Silence sowed its seeds
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