Letra da Música: Black street - Paavoharju

Black street

He walks up the black street
In to that old inn
Gathers all the words
Even picks up the ones fallen on the ground

Sing it away
Sing those landscapes away
And our tears
Gather them

Who would look at us
Us poor - in the face
When all walk the black street
In to that old inn

Sing it away
Sing those landscapes away
And our tears
Gather them