The translucent carriages Drawing morning in Dawn inside their pockets Like a whisper on the wind
The soft touch of your words Has been betrayed like love grown old Or the silhouettes of children Crying somewhere in the cold
The ancient night is coming back The light is fading out The tree is hid in shadow In a fog of useless doubt
Go away go away The imperative is drawn All your symbols are shattered All your sacred words are gone
The caravans are leaving For the dawn of nothing Lepers carry roses To Jerusalem
In peace Sons bury their fathers In war Fathers bury their sons
Love is silent At the edge of the universe Waiting To come in
Jesus raised the dead But who Will raise the living
Every time I see you passing by I have to wonder whyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
