Bad winds... Small breeze... Hollow ice... Autumns now shall shine... Oceans... Moveless eventide... Far away from sight...
From the moonlight bring up dreams Straight from hands to thee
Old born town On the streets Nights, Games, Fantasy
My dreams and thoughts and fate The balance´s at your feet Oh angel born too late, For foreman to meet
For live with emotions must I dream to think you're mine What purity I've lost so tender as the wine
In what muse senses froze this? Could the lights feel weak?
But dreams are far to me, The balance´s at your feet Oh angel born too late, For fallen men to meet
What pure emotions must I dream to think you´re mine What purity I´ve lost so tender, I should find...
Around my careless world, I dream to think you´re mine What purity I´ve lost, so tender and divine?
What purity I´ve lost !oh thee! to think you´re mine Down to the falling leaves that are brokened throught the dance Around my caresless words I´d dream to think you´re mine Oh! What a purity I´ve lost...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.