Travelling Back in time To the bright days Our lives were Empty of demons
Trees of blissfulness Were blossoming everywhere And the light of hope Lightened our destiny
Sadly, it was just a trip To the memory lane The happy fields, where I cannot go back Nostalgia breeds my fiends
Staring in the glare Of my mourning And left with all the blackness Which rusts my heart I, the keeper of the past Will always weep for the old daysTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.