Sit by my side, come as close as the air Share in a memory of gray And wander in my words And dream about the pictures that I play of changes
Green leaves of summer turn red in the fall To brown and to yellow they fade But then they have to die Trapped within the circle time parade of changes
Moments of magic will glow in the night All fears of the forest are gone And when the morning breaks They're swept away by golden drops of dawn of changes
Passions will part to the [Incomprehensible] melody As fires will sometimes turn cold Like petals in the wind We're puppets to the silver strings of souls of changes
Your tears will be trembling, now we're somewhere else One last drop of wine we will pour I'll kiss you one more time And leave you on the rolling river shore of changes
Sit by my side, come as close as the air Share in a memory of gray And wander in my words And dream about the pictures that I play of changesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
