On days of northern wind, past illusions surround my dreams Drops of mute oceans breath in the palm of my hand The sound of silent waves still caresses
On days of northern wind, (past) illusions surround my dreams Drops of mute oceans breath in the palm of my hand The sound of silent waves still caresses
ترجمه: سلتیک فراست. (فراتر) بادها شمالی.
