Inga Liljestrom Stolen
Tundra, fjords and ice
A small silent man
The lines on his hands change
I'll unravel him
You're stolen me with love
I'd have given it anyway
A mountain top
No need for air
Keep me breathing
So high here
You're stolen me with love
I'd have given it anyway
You're stolen me with love
I'd have given it anyway
I cried into his beard
A wolfman into beard
Melt into your hands
Suck into your mouth
