Besedila: Moksha. Southern Princess.

The wind blew up and down the villages,
We crossed the border after dark.
We lost this burning love of songs and images
Of pretty nights dressed in city lights

The night got colder
The light grew hard
For the Southern Princess
And the Northern Bard
He missed her laughter
She missed his song
And ever after
His light grew strong
To shine in winter
And through the spring
Through sparks and splinters
She hears him sing
And through the valley,
His burning heart
For the Southern Princess
And the Northern Bard

It?s hard enough to breathe without you by my side
I?ve lost the love of word and rhyme
You used to just believe me every single time
We crossed the line between your skin and mine.

The night got colder?

(Grazie ad Alessandra per questo testo)