Fog - Eskju Divine

Fog, crystal clear

To my eyes

Invites me to heights

I have never been

The trees are being set in bloom

Only for me

And the birds start to sing out loud

Only for me

Fog, not so clear

To my eyes

And now these heights

Have lost their glow

Flowers wither down

Only for me

And the birds stop their singing

'Cause of me

The trees are being set in bloom

Only for me

And the birds start to sing out loud

Only for me