Kalt
Kælan Mikla
Cold
She cries between the houses
Tears flow between the bricks
She hopes that spring will wake
And the sorrow will break
Why is it always cold?
Why is the light so dark?
Kælan Mikla She cries between the houses
Tears flow between the bricks
She hopes that spring will wake
And the sorrow will break
Why is it always cold?
Why is the light so dark?
