Frost is still on green grass Shackleing all mountines and woods While my minds fly on morning wings Carryed by beauty of sunrise My soul finding peace in mountines crests Where neither men or beast be Only naked wind howl furious Driven by purity of mother nature Spectral colors of morning sun Tub my dreams in purple... And make reality from them In this bleak week world Still I dream free eternity Where I will sing with night Danceing with moonlight On fields of morning purity. Frost is still on green grass Shackleing all mountines and woods While my minds fly on morning wings Carryed by beauty of sunriseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
