The seas are quiet When the wind goes over So calm are we When the passions Are no more For then we know How vain it was to boast Of fleeting things So certain to be lost
Clouds of affection Run from our younger eyes Conceal that emptiness From which the age describes The soul's dark cell Battered and decayed Let's walk in new light Through openings that Time has made Leaving behind both Worlds at once they knew That they stand upon The threshold of the new
Stronger by weakness Wiser men become As they draw near To their eternal home Leaving the old Both worlds at once They view that they Stand upon the threshold Of the newTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
