The first 10 years... The branches were broken by the winds And the heart of the kid was shivering No shelter from the cold Each breeze was stealing something from his mind
The branches were broken by the winds No shelter from the cold Each breeze was stealing something from his mind
After 10 years, The clouds covered the skies No dreams were seen from the horizon...
The heart of the skies wept along And the hope was flooded away
20 Years old winter was still raging With thunders that blinded his eyes There was no place to run to
Finally he surrendered His face touched the wet ground He barely took his final breath Waiting for the spring
"I am still waiting the spring that will never come The season that will never come The story ended without a spring"
His face touched the wet ground He barely took his final breath Waiting for the spring Waiting for the springTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.