CHILLS
Oh shiver my limbs...
Where have you gone my heart?
Among an impervious forest
You are concealing
Among restless streams
You are sailing...
Oh shiver my limbs...
Where have you gone my heart?
I hear the whistling of the wind,
Far away it comes far away it comes
Among damp meadows you come
Among flowing waters you come..
I hear the whistling of the wind
Perhaps it takes you away
Far away far away
From these chilly limbs.
Elisabetta Denti