Further north
Eastern-wise
It's getting colder
More
When birds go cold
The birds go fly
Into the storm
We go
All of them
Leave the lands of yours and mine
Just imagine the silence
Further north
It's all so white
Into the storm
We go
All of them
Leave the lands of yours and mine
Just imagine the silence
La la-la-la-la-la
La la-la-la-la-la
La la-la-la-la-la
La la-la-la-la-la
