Tekstovi: Amorphis. The Smoke.

In my dream smoke followed me
As on fire the whole world had been
To the yard I walked in
Up the front step and opened the door

(Cranes flew over to the North)
As I walk on dry
(And passed through a grove)
Yellow with flowers

They had been expecting me
They said so and I believed
In my dream smoke came to me
And we became as one

(Cranes flew over to the North)
As I walk on dry
(And passed through a grove)
Yellow with flowers

(Cranes flew over to the North)
As I walk on dry
(And passed through a grove)
Yellow with flowers
(I am smoke)

I am smoke