The wind plays flute
Through the cellar door
And on my window sill
Plays a sad old song
I hope tonight
You wil touch my hair
And draw ghosts on my back
Walk the shore
To impassable
Shout at screaming waves
Shout at silent rocks
I think tonight
I'll dream of salty tounges
So tears drips down my legs
Writer(s): Oervar Thoreyjarson Smarason, Kristin Anna Valtysdottir, Gunnar Oern Tynes, Samuli Koskinen
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