[ Featuring Coral ]
Walking through the forest
Wandering along a path
Before me someone strode
On his four paws
Searching for a yellow hope to survive
A secret, underground hive
How come its amazing
And how can it be poor at the same time
It's only a sound
Who moves around.
It's only a sound
Who moves on the snowy ground.
Sharpe stones, grass blades
Stealthy step or creaking
The feeling of a presence
A slow and safe proximity
Scare or excitement?
What's the second nature, when you are defenceless?
Sharpe stones, grass blades
Stealthy step or creaking
The feeling of a presence,
A slow and safe proximity
Scare or excitement?
What's the second nature, when you are defenceless?
