Текст песни
Come, little sheep, come to the hills,
Come to the hills, follow the crows,
So you shall know how it really feels,
How you can melt all the snow.
Bury the old memories that hurt,
Bury the cold pieces of past,
Bury them right here in the dirt,
This raw ground that you can trust.
“Come, lovely sheep, sing me a song,
Beating the ground with your pretty hoof,
Stay by my side, I am the oak,
Here you can hide, near my roots.”
Little sheep, beautiful cloud,
Melt the snow, see the water flows,
Keep it in mind, and you shall find
Where the time actually goes
Little sheep, beautiful cloud,
I know you from my dreams.
Come to the hills, it’s all about
To melt the snow and set you free.
