fear All the beauty I see It won't last eternally No more beauty to see And the world is empty Time goes on and on And my life is empty The wind covers
Перевод: Темный на рассвете. Пустой.
The mist covers the trees and flowers With wet eyes I stand here and stare Alone I'll find my way in the darkness Longing to fly through the air The
might hear my song Brought to you by the northern wind have no fear Though the night may seem so everlasting and forever dark There will come a golden dawn At
m tellin you right now your not gonna like it Cause if I get pushed over the edge then I'm pullin you with me You poke a stick at a pitbull you get bit
are shadows hanging over you I know you wish that you could see beyond But it's always darkest before the dawn Love at the speed of light comes on the darkest
in my soul now and forever. A candle for the dark, I need you Here with me, A story with an unexpected end. The morning plane, Through empty doors a
deep down in my soul Now and forever, a candle for the dark I keep you here with me A story with an unexpected end The morning plane Flew empty towards
smash hit Wit my Uncle Run, boy Word? Ain't he a Reverend now, collectin' plates At churches and shit like that? He's spittin' flames right now, baby He at
wisdom scratched into the door You can almost taste the emptiness Hung inside her tallow dress Can the darkness be as empty as it seems When the factories at
I raced along an empty highway I chased the dawn and cursed the new day Out of town Till nobody was around Love came along, my favorite enemy We hit
long nights...wide awake in the empty darkness. dreading... the alarm that waits at the dawn of day. i'm anxious... for all the things that i want from
dawn in the hacienda Up to Boot Hill they'd like to send ya Billy, don't you turn your back on me. Playin' around with some sweet senorita Into her dark
nothing at all The very beginning of time The dawn of history Page one Nothing at all The earth itself Without form and void Only an emptiness, formless A dark
Ed was at the end of his rope, an expression he detested "There is no rope", he would scream at the laughing walls There is only the end, no hope, no
Dry river-beds end in no man's land Empty oceans full of waste We lead ourselves into all man's end All that remains is a bitter aftertaste The sea has
Brewster) (Remember looking at the haunted grace bow down to the storm? remember searching for a familiar face with no one there to mourn?) Staring at
