Ray Of Sun (for Sound-Storm)
Walk again on dirty streets,
Iced road, that nowhere leads,
Darkness falls on brightest dreams
With the feeling of decease.
Candle`s burning,
Night is turning.
Soul, fly away
Through the darkest day,
To catch the ray of sun,
Being on the run.
Stormy sunday, frosty breeze,
Winter is cold with no release,
Listen to your heart, that beats,
Search in it some place for peace.
Sky is burning,
Clocks are turning.
Let`s fly away
Through the darkest day,
To catch the ray of sun,
Being on the run.
Restless soul, just fly away
Through the darkest day,
To catch the ray of sun,
And being always, always on the run.
Ray Of Sun
© Copyright: Константин Зоммер, 2015
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