Текст песни PECCATUM - Part Two: The Carrier Of Sorrow Transforms
PECCATUM - Part Two: The Carrier Of Sorrow Transforms слова песни
Текст песни PECCATUM - Part Two: The Carrier Of Sorrow Transforms
The sand was made of mountainsHvorfor formNrket du mitt mNrke;Hvorfor Mnrkner det I meg?As I shalt writeYour name in the sand( )My own landWill fade too lateAnd where do I then hideThe sand was meantFor nothingThe moonlight meantFor allBut resentful tooGiving my betrayal to youThe sand was madeOF mountainsThe clouds belongedTo the skyAnd grateful tooHaving received wisdomFrom youDrops of rain covered meAnd I finally become wetTears are dripping from me nowDown to the father of menAnd you; my fellow angel;Can inhale the spirits of noAge and origin