On the field of moss Inside the boots weary legs Of the man I always meet Swamp full of mist Icy embrace Nothing left of Sense of direction [Chorus:] Swamphell
Watery rubber boots On the field of moss Inside the boots weary legs Of the man I always meet Swamp full of mist Icy embrace Nothing left of Sense of
Übersetzung: Kalmah. Swamphell.
