A Chamada da Néboa
Sangre de Muerdago
The Call of the Fog
What do we know that they don't?
The stones, the frost, and the sun
Or the echoes of sound
Words of the moonlight
Kisses from beyond
And the whispers of the fairies
Send off the chill
The next morning
The next sunset
Restlessness in the air
And tears on the ground
Let's call the fogs
That carry the light, for it's my job
To pass it to your hands
Looking around
Beyond the willows
There's nothing left
But to leave this home
Let's leave this land to the daughters of the sea
Who make love
And fight the pain
