The Vikings' ship's log was left on the deck to wait for sunrise. In a jar there was a letter with notes of the mermaid. The secrets from the Middle Ages have been sealed away ever since. It seems that you exist only to wait for somebody in the past thousand years.
Maybe the beauty of sadness has blurred everything with a golden hue between the sea and the setting sun. The coastline becomes misty. It seems to be a good season for people to part ways. When the mists are lifted, you appear at the coast with your long hair. For love you ignore all dangers.
The tears of the mermaid make for a world where even sadness is transparent. As a full moon is rising from the horizon afar, the fairytale scenery makes me fall in love with the dark night because you're there.
You cry in silence. You swim back and forth in the glass tank. My yearning for you has become all that remains. It feels stifling.
The Vikings' ship's log was left on the deck to wait for sunrise. In a jar there was a letter with notes of the mermaid. The secrets from the Middle Ages have been sealed away ever since. It seems that you exist only to wait for somebody in the past thousand years.
Maybe the beauty of sadness has blurred everything with a golden hue between the sea and the setting sun. The coastline becomes misty. It seems to be a good season for people to part ways. When the mists are lifted, you appear at the coast with your long hair. For love you ignore all dangers.
The tears of the mermaid make for a world where even sadness is transparent. As a full moon is rising from the horizon afar, the fairytale scenery makes me fall in love with the dark night because you're there.
You cry in silence. You swim back and forth in the glass tank. My yearning for you has become all that remains. It feels stifling.
The tears of the mermaid make for a world where even sadness is transparent. As a full moon is rising from the horizon afar, the fairytale scenery makes me fall in love with the dark night because you're there.
You cry in silence. You swim back and forth in the glass tank. My yearning for you has become all that remains. It feels stifling.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
