Looking Outside My Window - Carmen

Looking outside my window\nThe day turns grey and cold\nA chill that slides in on the air\nAnd cuts me to my soul\nSoul\nIt’s drilling like a steel grey spike\n(Yeah)\nHolds me in its hands\nShakes my very mind and heart\nAs it sweeps across this land\nLand\nYeah ohh\nYeah ohh\nLike crystal ice whose cauterant burn\nWill leave you with its mark\nAn evil spirit has no eyes will\nTurn your world dark\nDark\nYeah ohh\nYeah ohh\nMy soul leads me to the door\nOf the place I’ve been before\nMany years have cracked the walls\nOf the fresco-painted halls\nMy voice calls into the night\nFeterera my petenera\nBut she’s nowhere to be found\nJust some words scratched on the ground\nLa luna es un poco chico\nLas flores no valen nada\nLo que valen son\nTus brazos cuando de noche me abrazan\nLo que valen son\nTus brazos cuando de noche me abrazan\nYeah ohh\nYeah ohh\nLooking outside my window\nThe day turns grey and cold\nA chill that slides in on the air\nAnd cuts me to my soul\nSoul\nIt’s drilling like a steel grey spike\n(Yeah)\nHolds me in its hands\nShakes my very mind and heart\nAs it sweeps across this land\nLand\nYeah ohh\nYeah ohh\nAaahh aaahh\nAnd so I fight\n(Aaahh)\nTo end this bitter cold\n(Aaahh)\nCan I lose sight\n(Aaahh)\nOf all that is dear I hold\n(Aaahh)