The cities gathered under the clouds melting when the clouds will melt Hey woman come lean your face on my hands And search the places where no one has searched Highest mountains one after another after the hill the next one's born Fortress from the stone before them and you will go there for a while with me Her hair involved in lantern's light shadow outspread on dark rough wall One pleasant word from unknown lips next quickness irony love She said 'No' Nobody hearsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
