Ilaria Graziano. Other. Christmas In The Silent Forest. Zeneszám

Seeing colors
Ribbons of their truth
Can I touch to reconnect?
See beyond the light,
In Bubbles rise -- to surface in someone's eye
Synchrons that dwell

Silence is crying, is crying
Open doors and Empty glasses,
Christmas in the Silent Forest
The limp ticking of the hand

Penetrate in whispers
In shadows rise -- to surface in someone's mind
Echoes that dwell ...echoes that dwell... echoes that dwell

Blameless sorrow
Hollow hush of trees
Roots are deeply intertwined
Penetrate in whispers
In showdows rise -- to surface
In someone's sigh
Segments that yell

Silence is crying, is crying
Open doors and Empty glasses,
Christmas in the Silent Forest
The limp ticking of the hand

Hollow hush of trees, How do you keep?
Sweet slumber, sleep among the forest trees
Hollow hush of trees, How do you keep?
Sweet slumber, sleep among the forest trees