Like a mother takes care of her children, the nightwind cries for her Hear those silent whispers... Like an infant's very first words Light a candle for those who once were, and the dreams that never came true Hear the silent crying of souls who lost their way home
See a child and how he dies under the shade of a birch The silent nightwind's lullaby rocks the cradle of this world
Like a falling star of darkness gives the final sign of its life This forsaken child of the full moon searching for a peaceful place to die He sees a tree, the mighty one, like the one of his early years Now he feels the safe under the tree and calls his mother wind
See the circle of light and the child and his heart full of nightly peace Hear the divine tune, the prettiest one, the nightwind's nightly verse Light a candle for those who once were (and their) hopeful dreams that never came true Hear the silent weeping of souls who lost their way home Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
