There's a child that sings soft and warm There's a bell that rings every sunday morn There's a bird of love; has no place to mourn It swept him blindly through the air And left him broken
There's a wind that goes from the strangest ocean And a jasmine rose; songs of roses There's unfathomed sounds in a place called nowhere And the silent ground in these breaths It swept him blindly through the air And left him opened He left the world without a tear When he crossed over
Om namah shiva Om namah shiva Om namah shiva Om namah shiva
In a world without tears Farewell Fare thee well
Om namah shiva Om namah shiva Om namah shiva Om namah shiva Om namah shiva
In every russ he bid farewell When he crossed overTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
