November Nights Insomnia
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Lyrics
My old lonely house filled with the smell of burnt fallen leaves. Sound of passing birds' wings... Trembling, oldness, twilight... Candle is fading, books, old photos are in disorder on the floor. Wind is throwing naked black branches into the window. I'll not fall asleep this night. At the dawn behind a pale veil, I'll see like in black white mute cinema Those who are long ago passed.
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 05:36
- Key
- 11
- Tempo
- 130 BPM