Washed off by cold water as if I were glass I am getting smoother every day...cleaner every night Half - turned stone I am kneeling down in the stream all alone The cry reflected in the halls of mirrors Is echoing with crystalline sounds I am kneeling down in the stream all alone And the bank is so close to me White flowers reflect in the mirrors I want to be where they are So close...so far I want to be the way they are So faithful...so pure
It rains silently in the night One sin for each petal Of black flowers Water is sleeping...whispering can be heard Turned into stone I confuse sleep with dream
So give me back The three colours of mine! Black White Violet, the cold colour of my blood I need it I cannot live without it I cannot pray without it I have been kneeling in middle of this stream For so long I have been watching trees White flowers, birds, forest... So please add one more colour To my blood!
It rains silently in the night One sin for each petal Of black flowers Water is sleeping...whispering can be heard Turned into stone I drink this sweet coctail Of sleep and dream
Please give me back The colours of my blood! Black and white To let me judge Violet to give My life back I will turn into woman The stone will turn into bread I WILL stand on the bank My feet will step on the grass When my violet comes back to me When my colour comes back to me I am watching black trees White flowers, mirrors shining Unchanged I am kneeling down in the middle of the stream I am crystal like He I am imprisoned like He My violet My colour
Water is sleeping...whispering can be heard Turned into stone I confuse sleep with dream Water is sleeping...whispering can be heard Smoother and smoother I confuse sleep with dream Raindrops fall silently on my head One sin for each petal Of black flowers...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
