Feeling the breath of another cold night I notice an intense tint of grey When the mourning ends and I find the silver key
Still a little sad, a little moved A little lost in thought, I accept reality A dry leaf ground into dust on my hand
REF The grain of time does not depress Many difficult questions come and go Everyday life gives us scars Which disappear unnoticed on the path of our lives
Labyrinths of life and their well-trodden paths The sense of searching in vast forgotten ruins Sparks of hope among the dirt and dust
Is November special in my life? Or just one of the many sons of the moon The need for silence and a moment of peaceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
