När två blir en.


 

Tystnad.

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Green green grass of tunnel.

Down from my ceiling drips great noise
It drips on my head through a hole in the roof

Behind these two hills here there's a pool
And when I'm swimming
In through a tunnel, I shut my eyes

Inside their cabin I make sound
In through the tubes I send this noise

Behind these two hills here, fall asleep
And when I float in green grass of tunnel
It flows back

Down from the ceiling drips great noise
It drips on my head through a hole in the roof

Behind these two hills here, there's a pool
And when I'm swimming 
In through a tunnel, I shut my eyes

Múm - Green green grass of tunnel


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