You can not believe my history's real,
Come with me to the firelands.
You make me feel there is no one else,
Stay with me in the firelands.
Can you tell me if you love me?
Do you like flames along the sky?
Can you give me storms and sunshines?
Stay with me in the firelands.
You make me feel my history's real,
Stay with me in the firelands.
You can't believe there is no more light,
Come with me to the firelands.
Can you tell me if you love me?
Do you like flames along the sky?
Can you give me storms and sunshines?
Stay with me in the firelands.
Can you tell me if you love me?
Do you like flames along the sky?
Can you sunshines storms and give me?
Stay with me in the Firelands.
Firelands. . .
Firelands. . .
Firelands.
[ Tracey Hewat - Firelands]
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Lately listening almost exclusively Celtic music or similar, I do not know how it is possible, but has the power to dispel any discomfort and is an excellent remedy for my anger [oh God, looks like the description of an antidepressant!].
I wanted to leave you a little bit, before disappearing for my usual four or five days, so here is a post on my 'song of the moment ' [the one that will listen as long as my pm3 not decide to do Harakiri, tired of my fixations].
I go back to the translation of paleography,
a kiss. Morgan
a kiss. Morgan
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