Many a windy autumn night, howling the mistral moves on Overshadowed isolation; blackened are (our) vision of light
Anguished entity soaring through cloudless skies Aimlessly searching and yearning on the waking state of dream
Weaving dreams of great acquisition An ephemeral taste of the forbidden fruit To leisurely walk the fabled paths with kings A transient journey, no wish of ever returning
Slowly his eyes are opened to the dawning gray of yet another autumn day Urgent sense of loss and despair And only haunting images remain of the shattered dream
Eons it seems, long hours drag the mistral mounting with velocity Bodies flowing in the wind The shrieking spirits are once again set to flight
Inert he lies, incomplete and deceived by his own dream The heavenly fruit withered and dried (died) Now forever entrapped within his own false dormancy As he rises with the wind, a solemn cry erupts among ten thousand more The wind rages on louder than before, many a windy autumn night The howling mistral triumphantly moves onwardTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
