miércoles, 22 de junio de 2011

Far, far away...

Far far away, when the wind freezes your face.
Let you won't breathe.


I would rather fly with eagles to the snow hills,
I would rather run with wolves between the trees.

I would rather be with trees that in the middle of noisy streets.



 Korpiklaani - With Trees.
Spirit of the Forest.

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