A keresés eredménye

Room of the Dawn

The night is already starting
With their moon paintings
In my veins, the river of your memory
Slowly
Becomes married
And the distant men
Like his lips of
Dead leaves
In the room of the dawn
In the room of the dawn
You will not delay
You will not delay
Never
 
Slowly
Becomes married
The distant men
Like his lips of
Dead leaves
In the room of the dawn
In the room of the dawn
 
You will not burn me
You will not burn me
Never
 
You will not forget me
You will not forget me
Never
 
Under my shadow
The fire of the dawn
The ash
In the soul room
Those shadows
Distant
That will call my name
That will call my name
The sun was down
Looking for the forgottens
Of the night of the dawn
 
That will call my name
That will call my name
The sun was down
Looking for the forgottens
 
Of the door of the dawn