Fields Are Breathing
Waiting for the sunlight to grow me through the floor
I'm still waiting for the sunlight to grow me through the floor
We won't go walking and we won't see summertime
We won't imagine that we can't run on
Waiting for the sunlight to grow me through the floor
I'm still waiting for the sunlight to grow me through the floor
We won't go walking and we won't see summertime
We won't imagine that we can't run on
We won't go walking and we won't see summertime
We won't imagine that we can't run on
We won't go walking and we won't see summertime
We won't imagine that we can't run on
Los Campos Respiran
Esperando que el sol me atraviese desde el suelo
Sigo esperando que el sol me atraviese desde el suelo
No saldremos a caminar y no veremos el verano
No imaginaremos que no podemos seguir
Esperando que el sol me atraviese desde el suelo
Sigo esperando que el sol me atraviese desde el suelo
No saldremos a caminar y no veremos el verano
No imaginaremos que no podemos seguir
No saldremos a caminar y no veremos el verano
No imaginaremos que no podemos seguir
No saldremos a caminar y no veremos el verano
No imaginaremos que no podemos seguir
Escrita por: The Seven Fields of Aphelion / Tobacco