The leaves are smashed on the riverside The trees are burning and they're crying bright A pale face waves through the chasing clouds Like a drunkard who is just blacking out
Where is this place, this vivid shady land Where young lovers go and walk hand in hand There we will be in our fate of being blind And there we will dance and make love with our mind Oh vivid shady land
The leaves have landed on the riverwaves The trees are staring like crosses on their graves The pale face is wasted, there's a glorious sun The drunkard is sleeping, a new day is born
Why, tell me why must this come to and end? Where is the keeper of the key to this land? We're ready to pay for the dews of this sight So we sure will pay before we die inside Oh vivid shady land
The leaves are smashed on the riverside The trees are burning and they're crying bright A pale face waves through the chasing clouds Like a drunkard who is just blacking out
Where is this place, this vivid shady land Where young lovers go and walk hand in hand There we will be in our fate of being blind And there we will dance and make love with our mind Oh vivid shady landTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
