On these cold Acadian nights, you are too stricken to sleep You wander the lonely shoreline, eyes cast skywards Lest you glimpse some sign of hope within the boundless ocean of stars But what mercy could be offered by this great celestial ceiling to your small, insignificant self Before the cruel stillness of the sea, you will come to see your life struggles as nothing but meaningless entanglements that will all be swept away with the tide Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |