Kučka

Mountain
We're on different time I know After the winter, flowers will show Underneath the weighted snow They wait to to grow They wait to to grow Out my window Forever old Out my window I wonder how How many lives you have known Share with us your winter cold After the spring, the ice will flow Down into the stream below Your path erodes Your path erodes Out my window Forever old Out my window I wonder how How many lives you have known From Letras Mania