This is a song for the cursed No one knows when the end comes Far away there is maybe an elixir for me When winter comes in my land This curse seems to be noble But is it really a curse to love loneliness ?
This coldness It makes me feel alive The sun is hiding Behind the fog and the clouds The wind in my hair Takes me back into my dreams And drops me off In my snowy landscape
This is the song of my fall Slowly plunging me into the snow I feel my skin getting cold And my bones becoming frail During this time my soul is escaping through nature My body's dying and assimilated by the ground and its life
I remember the meadow I remember the feelings When the grass caressed my being And when the sorrow took me I remember the forest I remember the fall of leaves When the mold was all coated And my sadness won't leave me
Now I can see this beautiful world Without any trouble Painting my own travel And finally my own landscape
The song of the breeze wakes me up It sings in harmony with the crying river And the whispering trees The fog dressing up the mountains With its most beautiful coat I can only admire the show that nature offers me
I see the meadow I feel the grass caressing my being I see the forest I see the leaves fallingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
