Here the soil is barren Here - nothing grows But crosses They - know not what they do You - your forgiveness Falls as dew Nailed upon a wooden frame Twisted yet unbroken Open mounted a silent choir Understood, unspoken Never was there heard a sound Until the heavens opened Now the tide is turning To other-wordly yearning Through the sun's eclipse seems final Surely he will rise againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
