Текстове на песни:
Ash Folk Song

Lying in the long, long grass Blossom on the trees Springtime's slipping away, my love Yeah, springtime's slipping away When it comes around again It

Превод: Пепел. Народна песен.

makers born to pour the marsh ink into right guard parts and march through the gauntlet of car alarms, no harps, no delusions of losing with something prettier than ash

makers born to pour the marsh ink into right guard parts And march through the gauntlet of car alarms No harps, no delusions of losing with something prettier Than ash

born to pour the marsh ink into right guard parts And march through the gauntlet of car alarms No harps, no delusions of losing with something prettier Than ash