It's a whistling breeze through the willow trees It can take you high, tangled up with the sky Diverting passions in our mansions Flying like a bird twirling round far from Earth And when it lands down, leaves and tears are gone
It's a whistling breeze through the willow trees Spirit of forest never leaves the nest Back on a big bough, the swallow stamps from joy Then strikes up the whistle, feel the sound which heals Which runs up the slopes, which made real our hope
Magnificent scene on the path to ruin Some thoughtful knew that shadows would fly soon Scanning dark aces, in skies they saw faces Of crying sad men, letting fall inheritance And when it lands down, leaves and tears are gone
Magnificent view soon lead to its tomb Shivering, trembling, the painting is fading Earth starts to rumble souls fly like bubble Then explode and die, the whistle fades with cries And runs down the slopes, it made real our hopes...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
