, Any lower... I cant find, All the pieces of my broken life... I need a summer but the summer's come and gone... I need a summer like a winter in my heart
't get, any lower I can't find all the pieces of my broken life I need a summer but the summers come and gone I need a summer like a winter in my heart
Превод: Жичани. Зима у мом срцу.
even my shadow's jealous? My skin is mad at my flesh, my flesh hates my own bones My brain hates my heart, my heart makes the songs Though my songs come
When all my colors fade to white And flying birds fold back their wings Upon my ancient wonderings The sun has slanted all her rays Across the vast
Snow can wait, I forgot my mittens Wipe my nose, get my new boots on I get a little warm in my heart When I think of winter I put my hand in my father
It would simply say everything if you would Take a pen and write my name on a friend Who never cared to let me in And take a vast revine that for Three
, we were one Vast are fields I walk Where sorrow never dies The sky unites with the blackened rain Summon with my tears Now descend on winter wings My
my skull that hides behind my hair and skin, I see the selfsame skull of my father, and beyond the skull of my father, the skull of my grandfather, and the skull of my
you sitting by my grave I feel your presence, but can't say a word Your heart and love, patient and brave But my soul is too late for you to save" I
way When all my colors fade to white And flying birds fold back their wings Upon my anxious wanderings The sun has slanted all her rays Across the vast
charm thy emptiness And pierce thy tenous membrane That striketh through my anguished heart And tainted skys, where once demons remained As the silent darkness breeding Winters
and burning melancholy shall embrace me now Hear this call... Beyond endless halls and far across the vast forest, just across the iron gates Whispers... As dark as the winter
be my heart In the air, black as night I have steel at side Powers of thunder the god's with me ride I trust in my ravens watching from above Black
small enough to live within my heart. As winter's chill may cause the tiny seed to fall, To lie asleep till waked by summer's rain, The heart grown
wings be my heart in the air, black as night. I have steel at side. Powers of thunder The Gods with me ride I trust in my ravens, watching from above
