In late July the sun is glowing far away seems all despair, and in the vales the corn is growing with golden heads so bright and fair The wind is tearing on my wings of steel and sorrow fills my broken heart, I carry wounds that cannot heal, and you and I lie worlds apart I like to see it when the birds are flying, their carelessness I have to bear, and in their moves all weight denying, escaping from the eagle's stare And in the distance a stream is flowing, dark waters run towards the sea, against the storm small boats are rowing, the ocean is our retreat Weariness like lingering poison where joy it used to be clouds are gathering around my prison as far as the eye can see
In late July the sun is glowing
far away seems all despair,
and in the vales the corn is growing with golden heads so bright and fair
The wind is tearing on my wings of steel and sorrow fills my broken heart, I carry wounds that cannot heal, and you and I lie worlds apart
I like to see it when the birds are flying, their carelessness I have to bear, and in their moves all weight denying, escaping from the eagle's stare
And in the distance a stream is flowing, dark waters run towards the sea, against the storm small boats are rowing, the ocean is our retreat
Weariness like lingering poison
where joy it used to be clouds are gathering around my prison as far as the eye can see
Πολύ ωραία δουλειά! Εύγε!
ειναι περιεργη η ιδεολογια της μπαντας να ξερεις
Πολύ καλό!!!
σου αρεσε ε;
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