How many ears are in the background, lost in translation of the words, such as forbidden winters
i have asked for a candle last christmas
holly santa, this country is a fire, a red suitcase full of nonsense dolls without heart.
holly santa, this world is a piece of what it used to be, the chimeneas are sad places to be piled up.
Red socks are no longer hungry of will but of free stairs to become the way to heaven
holly santa, your animals are bored and my hands are red tonight
holly santa, who keeps aware of the fabulous whisper of the claps
holly santa, do you want some beer
you should be so tired of being the only one that remains giving.