Zeal and ardor, fiery stones The matte atonal prayer Sand grinding teeth Dry throat, cracked lips Thick air Drawling sound Is shaking the ground Forget your stupid pride Turn back and run from Butchering sun Come to the dark side
Hear it, sacred chants of the rivers Rainfall in the twilight Chilly shadows of pine trees Calling Feel it, sharp ice peaks of the mountains The Carpathian wonders Wind is dancing through fingers Calling you
Sweaty rivers, multiple layers Of heavy-bodied rags Seems like the closer we become The more estranged we are
Hear it, sacred chants of the rivers Rainfall in the twilight Chilly shadows of pine trees Calling Feel it, sharp ice peaks of the mountains The Carpathian wonders Wind is dancing through fingers Calling you
Water Aqua Handful I beg
Ходили в дюни, ходили Ходили в дюни, ходили Ходили в дюни, в дюни
Hear it, sacred chants of the rivers Rainfall in the twilight Chilly shadows of pine trees Calling Feel it, sharp ice peaks of the mountains The Carpathian wonders Wind is dancing through fingers Calling you
Water Ходили в дюни Aqua Ходили в дюни Handful Ходили в дюни I beg В дюниTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
