Оригинален текст
Lay
Your hands on
Me
Sound your horn
The moments and places
Scattered in the white light
And the first will be the last one
Ash
Burrowing
Ashes
Crawling
Lay
Your hands on
Me
Sound your horn
The moments and places
Scattered in the white light
And the first will be the last one
Ash
Burrowing
Ashes
Crawling