A sun-tanned shady person is wandering along the shore I think it's the twilight dreamer who probably knows more The old bearded man is now watching the twilight time A seagull is floating above the sea and gets a fish in time
Thousands of faces, they're laughing at him
The crimson ball is gently falling without making a noise The only sounds he hears are the thousands faces' voice Hear them say: they show us the way
There comes Lydia Lydia's waltzing Dancing Lydia in the crimson ball
He longs to his young drowned Lydia who died in a terrible way The thousand faces are laughing, they'll never tell him the way The tears are burning in his eyes and they're dropping in his beard They're twinkling in the twilight time He himself feels quite weird
The crimson ball, he's drowning now
There comes Lydia Lydia's waltzing Dancing Lydia in the crimson ball
There comes Lydia Lydia's waltzing Dying Lydia in the crimson ball
The ceremony is over, the crimson ball has gone The twilight dreamer is tired and is also moving on The crimson ball, he's gone away nowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
