Текст песни Primal Beauty Of Silence

Bringing back to mountain cold Biting frost of soundless fields Cutting up leftover breath (The) Silence (is) sowing its seeds Wading through the forest, touching fiber of the fog My lips (are) praising primal beauty without any words Suddenly she put her finger on my shivering mouth Licked by the moonlight, left me in a silence Suddenly she put her finger on my shivering mouth Licked by the moonlight, left me in a silence Bringing back to mountain cold Biting frost of soundless fields Cutting up leftover breath (The) Silence sowed its seeds