Chillout Los sonidos del fiordo
Lovers (for those who help others)

Lovers

Homeless line-up
your life is an art
seasons will never get
to fields of golden grass

Fucking leaves and suns that never appear
blood doesn't flow stronger this spring
your body's warm,my stomach's cold
step by step I'm picking up
fucking leaves and suns that never appear

Homeless line-up
on the paradise
they'll be just dreaming on
"just like" lovers that never were together

Fucking leaves.....