Текст песни Darzamat - In The Opium Of Black Veil
Darzamat - In The Opium Of Black Veil слова песни
I think that life is not only this touchable, fugitiveWhich, though so beautyfull, passes away so quicklyYou used to stand behind me, I felt warm touch, heat, passionI looked back to embrace youAnd I saw hot purple, garden in bloomWoman with a secret flower in hairEvery day with her was a secret unknown for meAnd when I saw her scarlet flower in her hairAnd a raven in the skyI thought the raven is only a bad signAnd when you danced among the flowers, high grass, bloomy meadowsI rised to the sky to blow away stormy cloudsWatching her warming up in imagined flamesI saw as she flew up in the night - as a birdI fly up into the abbys of the airAnd I hear the voice of the woman, so warm, so close, so painfulI dream you stand behind me, I feel warm touch, heat, passionI look back to embrace you and I seeIcy blackness, deadly nothing