Fog and Cold
The city I leave behind me, sleepless and ecstatic
I pass the Xirias' bridge at total loss distracted
and I reach the mountain, up high to Gountamani,
it's foggy there, all moisty the beards of Babani
The city I leave behind me, sleepless and ecstatic
I pass the Xirias' bridge at total loss distracted
and I reach the mountain, up high to Gountamani,
it's foggy there, all moisty the beards of Babani
