No. Other - Ólafur Arnalds/Arnor Dan

Speak slowly tongue of winter

Leak only strokes of bright moonlight

These streets I've weaved with hunger

Repeatedly with white sheet eyes

Quiver through the nights

Beneath a lonesome moon I hear

This city croons to me no other

With dark descending phantoms

Haunts hoary heads the longest wail

Their hollow beat of footsteps

Will follow me midst snowy trail

Beneath a lonesome moon I hear

This city croons to me no other

Releasing all too soon I'm near;

To her my chest gives in no other

The grieving streetlights

Monitored me well

Since all was but frost

Beneath a lonesome moon I hear

This city croons to me no other

Releasing all too soon I'm near;

To her my chest gives in no other

The grieving streetlights

Monitored me well

Since all was but frost

Beneath a lonesome moon I hear

This city croons to me no other

Releasing all too soon I'm near;

To her my chest gives in no other

The grieving streetlights

Monitored me well

Since all was but frost

Beneath a lonesome moon I hear

This city croons to me no other

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