Description
Producer: Pietro Iannuzzi
Lyrics and translation
Original
A cloud of fog twisted through these furry lanes.
Skies red
I bleed through.
The changes in the tides quiet down.
Softly, softly, softly.
Night falls in, night falls in, night falls in softly.
Softly, softly, softly, softly, softly, softly.
Night falls in softly, softly, softly.