Arise, sun of nostalgia I feel its warm light through sacred glass Igniting my hearth
Yet it is I who stains the glass Yearning for the hues that paint holy the past Showering rays of rose and sky Cleanse me with peace Home is where the hearth burns inside a noble lie
Take me back to simpler times Where the leaves breathe oxygen into me And the wind whispers gracefully
Yet it is I who stains the glass Yearning for the hues that paint holy the past Showering rays of rose and sky Cleanse me with peace But what good is a home lost in the mind?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
