In my waking dreams I recall The wind ripping through my wings Hoof-clatter and battle-song The steel of youth now rusted
Oh Irena, my heart is stirred By the blossoms in your hair As we passed over oe'r flame I could not tell if the trembling hand was mine or yours
Sixty years now gone No promises left to keep Old eyes gaze into midsummer flame As our story repeats eternally
Winged, I ride Once in body, now in spirit
My brittle bones betray me But in spirit, I still ride
Oh Irena, your last breath Was autumn's parting giftTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
