Vārdi: Unni Wilhelmsen. Feel It.

See her standing,
watch him looking.
A fly is entering a jar of jam.
Separated by dimensions,
this repeats itself in time...

Get the notion,
feel it coming.
Try to avoid it if you think you can.
Separated by a visible nothing,
it's bound to be just a matter of time..

Feel it...

Imagine the river,
imagine the sea.
At a certain point they become one.
Separating people and land.
Like always, 'till the end of time..

Feel it...