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written 2006 produced 2008 by MAHULLA
the winds are blowing
and the fields are growing
while the world is moving round
the time is flowing
another day is stolen
soon you re lying underground
my face tell me what do you see
will there be a trace ever left of me
or is it true to be bound...
under the underground
seasons will come
and seasons will go
while the rivers turn to the sea
where it will end
nobody ever will know
cause we are not mend to be
for eternity
and the fields are growing
while the world is moving round
the time is flowing
another day is stolen
soon you re lying underground
my face tell me what do you see
will there be a trace ever left of me
or is it true to be bound...
under the underground
seasons will come
and seasons will go
while the rivers turn to the sea
where it will end
nobody ever will know
cause we are not mend to be
for eternity
