Verse1:
Someday that divine taste
Will become like dirty waste
That we so hard to created
Yes,in one gentle dawn faded
I watched the night,I am blind
As the leaves fell in the wind
And nowhere to hide the pain
Laughing in a crystal demonic rain
Chorus 1:
Over here...
Verse 2:
Black trees in the my river
And hot foaming moon silver
All colors live in our blood
Fill heads the spring flood
In my gold dreams,I feel free
Candle of the winds chokes me
Bloody chains of hearts woke
Frozen ashes of my soul smoke
Chorus 2:
Over here...
Over here...
© Copyright: Виктор Ольберш, 2019
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