Anguish at the everlasting waters we feel Staring at the darkest parts of the blue sea's eyes
It blinds by us by its silence left a widower by a winter Which can never melt the icy salt of its waves
And left orphans by warm snows we go insane At your ancient resigned gaze
The golden swords of the sun can't even scratch Your intense mixture of silver and blue
Which deified our ancestors Which witnessed science's temples Which carefully hides the island of the ancient future Which kept the melancholic secrets of countless mortals
[Part 3 - Behind my Window / My Seas of South]
And now that the cold has returned Where's my window From which I used to dominate The world?
My grey, bleak, azure world A world without no wars A world where I could even fly
Now I know live doesn't belong to these lands It flies free above all this I could see it from behind my window Bringing me that happiness which wet the eyes
Where are my seas of south which wet the eyes now? Where is my window now that the cold has returned?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
