Gregor_L: I am the son and heir of nothing in particular
Gregor_L: There's something inside you
Gregor_L: Heaven's on fire
Gregor_L: For a pocketful of mumbles
Gregor_L: I am a shadow, I am cold
Gregor_L: Overdraught and overgrown
Gregor_L: Sula vie dilejo
Gregor_L: The grass was greener
Gregor_L: I fell asleep amid the flowers
Gregor_L: Glaciers have melted to the sea