MOTHERLAND
[ˈməðərˌlænd]
Nighttime birds, sing and sing
Alone in the grass, I’m here to you
Sound of a drizzle, down there, the plain
A blossom crystal dream twinkles in your sky
Death knocks on my door, in this soft a…
and i like your vocal expression. intoxicating.
really beautiful intro...
reminds me the days of echo nice
awesome !!!!