This day is wistful, my day in a beautiful way I long for someone I don't know February draught, the pallid moon shone then, shines now May I speak to your stone, I feel home
I never noticed how much I cried I never noticed, might have been blind
At Christmas time they sit on branches Relatives speak to themselves, it still feels home This day, always the same, eternally living through the same old day, a warm one
I never noticed how much I cried I never noticed, might have been blind
This misty road leads to your grave, once a fresh one Eternally wandering through the azure haze February blows cold as she gazes at the full moon This misty road led me to your quiet grave
Thisday is wistful, my day in a beautiful way I long for someone I don't know February draught, the pallid moon shone then, shines now
May I speak to the stone, I feel homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
