1. Im a church without crosses. I fly with my hands stretched Along the sleepy shores Of petrified torment. Im belief without reasons, Im truth with no beginning. Did you hear my soul screaming When lost among the aspens? Im a bird without skies. Im an echo made from stone. Of half-forgotten places, Very sad milestone.
2. Again the midnight moon is bandaging my wounds, And gray pre-dawn fogs Are washing all my domes. Im a church without crosses. run always into the ground, Still hear words that long gone And singing of the winds. Im knowledge that is dark With no aspirations, A cooled down star Of long lost generations.
Отличная песня. Отличное исполнение.
Уже лет пятнадцать слушаю и все нравится.
rexandela 1 year ago
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d777ch 1 year ago
Какие хоршие стихи ! ну конечно музыка
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kron7777 2 years ago 6
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kron7777 2 years ago 2
3.
Its pitch-dark in my soul,
Tattoos remind of treason,
With signs of torture walls,
Broken glass of windows.
And tomorrow Ill die,
A rain of rest will follow.
From memory Ill go
By being blown away.
kron7777 2 years ago 4