Texty:
Sister Hazel Running Through The Fields

days I'm searchin' So many nights I'm left alone Sometimes the song of the wind Well it's, only the warning for the storm Well we shared a season running through the fields

Překlad: Sestra Hazel. Běh přes oblastech (Jeffrey).

Well we shared a season Running through the fields We never had a reason To be scared of things That were so unreal Making our own stories Playing our