Lyrics:
Les Fros

'habitues a penser a toi quand la terre gele en plein ete. Les Foreigners ont pas rentres, les cheminees s'sont arretees, qu'on a ben vu de Clericy. " Laissons bruler les

Tell me about your sister I heard you went to see her Does it seem like she's never been So frayed around the edges Did she seem so alone to you

Everywhere I go reminds me Of someplace down in Texas And every time I close my eyes I dream of my old home And oh it's gettin' so cold 'round here

Fuiste un trozo de hielo en la escarcha Una parte de mi que se marcha Con la frialdad que tuviste al decirme adios Fuiste tiempo de amor por las noches

How I'd love to hear the organ In the chapel, in the moonlight While we're strolling down the aisle Where roses entwine How I'd love to hear you whisper

You are blind Deny the sun and light Whose are the objections? Where come the doubts? Procreation of the wicked Procreation of the wicked Serenades

Suspicion growing A feeling I cannot control Communication, communication low The invasion is necessary, the dangers are secondary This was never meant

Oyes la noche hablando de amor? es como el morse de la luna azul, es un idioma de estrellas y luz; lengua de amantes. Oyes el alba? escuchas su voz? cuenta

Burn my soul No place for a weak God Only Black is real No place for sun Dark clouds Land of Frost Land of Frost Land of Frost No place to raise the