I often hunt you in my dreams, But your wicked claw awaits me, Aboard this snow-lit island, Veins like tortured winter trees, 'Tis the service of my hand, That silence climbs upon thee.
You are sweet and fine to listen to ! Long tresses about her neck, Yet much is false. This mighty evening, I've seen no face. This is crushing me. My quill it aches.
And old ships die like swans, Against thy frozen icy shore, Pass your dying body, I leave you, in your thought.
Trees dance and fail Tell them I came My beauty pale Was yours the same?
Viens, il est temps de partir Je vais regretter ta haine Ta vanité triomphante Fera sa révérence
I laid them in books Just your heart and mine For lovers to read The lonely to pine
Through my broken skin And cherry tree blood The real world falls in A false life of loveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
