this morning leaving the house was cold, there was the fog and everything seemed to my eyes whitened ... a bit like being in Siberia.
So I started singing the song "Siberia" of Aperture that I share, of which I find very nice text ...
So I started singing the song "Siberia" of Aperture that I share, of which I find very nice text ...
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The ice is mixed with the sky, eyes
and when darkness approached I would kidnap
in the cold on a sunny day
that could come back in a minute.
Maybe tonight, if I have
'
crossed the road I can not see then in a moment
cover' distances
to reach the fire
alive under the snow.
Our eyes frightened
frosts in the rooms, the glow of oil burned
and over the wall of silence over the wall only
ice and silence.
wait 'thinking of you last night, hiding in the snow
breath, then
at a time different from other
I will cover' the weight of these distances ...
of these distances ... of these distances ...
this distance ...
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