autumnal landscapes The slowly falling leaves Like a man's heavy tear Alone in the forest Yearning for the sunset The last growing flower Like last september
Перевод: И океаны. Сентябрь (Hjartat Bloder Only).
Перевод: И океаны. Сентябрь.
landscapes The slowly falling leaves Like a man's heavy tear Alone in the forest Yearning for the sunset The last growing flower Like last september
For autumnal landscapes Slowly falling leaves Like a man's heavy tear Alone in the forest Yearning for sunset The last growing flower Like last september
on my mind For all my pals who live in the oceans and the seas With fronds like these well, who needs anemones? You're the bird and I'm the worm and
robe observing the globe Pondering if the life that I created will ever learn to evolve I filled your oceans full of fish and I put birds in the sky And everyday you sit and
September In the rain laughing in the rain I?ll never be the same Until the moment we?re together Chorus: I will reach out to the ocean with my arms wide open And
? You'll learn how it feels Hearts break and never heal Tell us how it feels Hearts break and never heal Remember September and how it feels
there a place to stop around here Is there a place to stop around here And as the afternoon comes sneaking in It brings with it from the ocean a cold wind And
carry us home To the ocean we all came from, where we'll all be returned I've been searching for the waves to carry us home To the ocean we all came
Blue, is the ocean in your eyes Blue is cool September skies As a lonely waterfall Red, is the fire in your heart Or the passion of love that we make
the clouds in Santa Fe? And the Mississippi River, Wouldn't recognise Mark Twain. What happened to the birds in Capustrano? And the San Francisco Bay? And
I closed the door and I walked away From the life I knew on a night in June I took a chance and I lost control Trying to find out why on a night in July
and they know what warfare used to be Tanks and guns and soldiers that moved across the land With strategies and battlelines converging at a place in time And
get it right Move on from the past, agree to disagree Every sorrow has its source and your conscience isn't free In the dog days of summer on another sober September
