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Текст (слова) песни: Enya - ExileCold as the northern winds,
in December mornings.
Cold is the cry that rings,
from this far distant shove.
Winter has come too late.
Too close beside me.
How can I chase away
all these fears deep inside.
Course:
I`ll wait the singns to come.
I`ll find a way.
I will wait the time to come.
I`ll find a way home.
My light shall be the moon
and my path - the ocean.
My guide - the morning star,
as I sail home to you.
Course
Who then can warm my soul?
Who can quell my passion?
Out of these dreams - a boat.
I will sail home to you.
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