Crossing the deep night which cradles visions I walk Along the dark shores only shadows listen to my steps The sun has fallen and hope has fled far away Here fortune’s wheel does not turn All doors are closed But, when owls begin to call I raise the torch to the sky so, the moon and stars will shine again I will call the breeze to scatter on the fields the gold of daffodils roses on hedges vibrant like flaming stones ejected by craters I will call the breeze to scatter on the fields the gold of daffodils roses on hedges vibrant like flaming stones ejected by craters Life runs fast to embrace death like the words of poets when seeking refuge in the silence refuge in the silence I draw a line between the blooming and the fading of things I draw a line through time with colours of what is lost and found again A trail of the eternal running into nothing Along the dark shores only shadows listen to my steps The sun has fallen and hope has fled far away Here fortune’s wheel does not turn All doors are closed But, when owls begin to call I raise the torch to the sky so, the moon and stars will shine again I will call the breeze to scatter on the fields the gold of daffodils roses on hedges vibrant like flaming stones ejected by craters I will call the breeze to scatter on the fields the gold of daffodils roses on hedges vibrant like flaming stones ejected by cratersTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
