Indistinct memories, forgotten poems, A voice is calling through deep childhood days Our romantic tale buried into ashes Nothing remained behind Just a song in my head
No wind can wipe it, No rain can abrade Ancient and weary, living inside of me Remembrance of our agony
Cut my tree of life, make me bleed Till my last leaf dries and flies away When you turn back to your dark sleep You’ll find it growing back into the green
No wind can wipe it, No rain can abrade Ancient and weary living inside of me Remembrance or our agony
Hear my song under the same old sky Till your heart leads you back to my shores When you find your compass to sail, you’ll hear it there playing in the waves
If the darkness comes Like the serpent’s kiss Surrender to the storm and drown in your sins to reborn in purityTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
