Three blocks away from here
There's a ladder
There you can climb above the silver sky
In February, she's a fairy
In April, she's just one who's climbing high
As if I talk
To the wind
To the wind
As if two eyes would soon appear
Above my line of sight, but still, I see
A flying arrow hits her and she's swaying
The glacier moves underneath my feet
As if I talk
To the wind
To the wind
Three blocks away from here
There's a ladder
There you can climb above the silver sky
The silver sky
The silver sky

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