These golden fields of summer... Well,I can smell it's entity It's an omnipresent state of mind I tried to flee the factual And I wished to start anew But I had to grasp I can't buy time Not even bows of summer Are warm enough to melt a soul That is frozen dead beyond recall To feel grow dumb true laughter It means to watch pass by a life But I cannot change the laws divine As joy reliefs the pain A wave of mature grain Makes me perceive a warm bliss No open eyes shall see What brings eternity Conduct me to the wakeless!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
