The falconer is sitting on his summersand at dawn, unlocking flooded silvercages And with a silverdin arise, all the lovely faces And the lovely silvertraces erase my empty pages
The falconer is sitting on his summersand at dawn, beside his singing silverwaves And his dancing rebelrace, that compose ahead of timeless time A sound inside my candle light
Father, child, angels of the night Silverframe my candlelight
Father, child, angels of the night Silverframe my candlelight
The falconer is sitting on his summersand at dawn, unlocking flooded silvercages And with a silverdin arise, all the lovely faces And the lovely silvertraces erase my empty pagesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
