Текст песни And Also The Trees - The Suffering Of The Stream
And Also The Trees - The Suffering Of The Stream слова песни
There is a place where she would always beWhere the blossom snows between the cankered treesHolding his sour breathHe knows she`s thereWatching the torrent as it flowsWatching her soft white dress, it flowsIn the innocent breezesSmoothing the stonesWatching her cold white dress, it floatsHe could see his love like a long forgotten dreamHe could see his love veiled beneath the streamHe could see his love grow pallid and suffer as he weepsHis tears fall around her in oil-rainbow streaksHe could see his own reflection cloud the stonesThere is a place where she will always beWhere the blossom floats above her through the reedsWhere cling the willow rootsHis fingers reachSearching for her lost arms to seizeWatching her soft white dress, it flowsIn the innocent breezesSmoothing the stonesWatching her cold white dress, it floats