The speachless is walking, holding an umbrella above him
The one who sings about sorrow
the whole night he sang out his joy, and set himself free
one who sings about sorrow
great chords and the night
hands clapping beat to the sky
I won't eat from your love
I am only this much of a king
wading in the leaves, brought by wind
The speachless is walking, holding an umbrella above him
The one who sings about sorrow
the whole night he sang out his joy, and set himself free
one who sings about sorrow
and he is wading in the leaves, brought by wind....
(Original text: Murheenlaulaja by JP Leppäluoto)
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