歌词
My childhood is a March wind fires
My childhood is a move reflected in a river
My childhood a breath clouding this glass
My childhood is ash from Avila, falling from the sky on 15th of August
My childhood is the meaning of fog
My childhood is the hare in the moon
My childhood is a statue in the Italian garden, growing horns and coming to life
My childhood is mummified reign
In my childhood, the village is always on fire
My childhood is this familiar life which seems to be but is not
My childhood is the news of travelers who see nothing
My childhood is city caves lighting evening fires and dry grass
Almost always visited by higher winds
My childhood is the chord heard behind another chord, which was not played
My childhood is cast entirely in this glass