the furrowed bed of sand worries again as it had before, waves left the land. for the falling leaves the child weepeing alone, he's letting go of the
born a normal child, but the dream it didn't last long someone do somethign, don't turn in disgust would you hold him down, my god why does he hang on
Dai Jesu achoinekwa ndaizofara naye Dai Jesu achoinekwa ndaizofara naye Taizofara naye, fara naye Taizofara naye, fara naye Dai Jesu achoinekwa ndaizofara
The river of doubt gave birth to a, a beautiful stone And in my hands I held it and I knew I was on my own So I picked it up and I held it to the sky
Hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey Well I'm moving kind of slow Down that same old path Wasting time inside this hour glass She's coming up ahead
[man:] I saw you yesterday your eyes were the color of some kind of grey. I hear what you're saying please, don't let me go I've got all the people down
Wind blew and her hair stood still, he sits beneath her window sill She awaits the magic in his hands He walks her out into the night and takes her in
like I could And did you ever want to know me And did you ever feel like I could It's a silent steeple That carries us down It's a silent steeple But
when you dove, drunk with sleep in your eyes you stole what was left of the sky, I remember how you freed your hair, hung your head in a forgotten stare
And I will walk with you Using the stars as guides On a homeward path we go Knowing our time is nigh I And I will walk To be with you All I've done To
I went down to the drug store to check my head Against the bright light but she caught me from behind Though I did not know, though I could not see I
Перевод: Отправка. Silent Стиплс.
Dai Jesu achoinekwa ndaizofara naye. Dai Jesu achoinekwa ndaizofara naye. Taizofara naye fara naye. Taizofara naye fara naye. Dai Jesu achoinekwa ndaizofara
The furrowed bed of sand worries again as it had before, waves left the land. for the falling leaves the child weepeing alone, he's letting go of the
Born a normal child, but the dream it didn't last long would you hold him down, my god why does he hang on someone do somethign, don't turn in disgust
Well I'm moving kind of slow Down that same old path Wasting time inside this hour glass She's coming up ahead now And I feel, yes I feel My head turning
The river of doubt gave birth to a beautiful stone and in my hands I held it and I knew I was on my own so I picked it up and held it to the sky and
