qoei òci, enghiaciàdi
da àrfi de mòrt
faville gelide | quegli occhi, ghiacciati | da respiri di morte
sparks colder than ice
those eyes completely frozen
by the breath of death
(pöc e revèrs)
Nel vento si sentono voci, nel vento si sentono umori, nel vento si perdono parole
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