This place calls me again Cold winter fell asleep The small path, the old house And no wind to weep
Rusty plough on withered colours Old and tired hinges creak Warm rain feeds the forest The wind remains weak
Are you the last one? Take this trip with me Let me take you to the beauty I need to feel The endless fantasy Freedom of two
This place calls me again Cold winter turned to spring The golden summer fields The peaceful green haven
The trees whisper your name Over a withered creek On wooden grain a broken chain The wind remains weak
Restless and a bit hungry Short of your uncharted energy Are you the one who will create The dyadic rebellion with me?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
