Текст песни Theatre Of Tragedy - Siren
Theatre Of Tragedy - Siren слова песни
Haste not thine wisdom, for the hollow is ta`en -By whom, know I not: `lack! am I of twain -And as a crux - cede I my words -* Fro` my heart wilt thou ne`erHave I been `sooth sinsyne.* Be left without - come!* Thine voice is oh so sweetI speer thine pine,* Ryking for me:Ryking for thee;* "List and heed", thou say`stWhistful, whistful -* Chancing to lure.Chancing to lure,Skirl and skreigh, but for thine ears, aye, lown `tis -Dodge na `way herefro, do come here in eath!Mayhap lured by the scent of lote -`Od! - the foetid - eft hie back I mote;For what I did my soul atrounced,* How I wish for thee again,O! do believe me, `twasn`t a frounce.* Will I give thee it: Troth.* Thine voice is oh so sweetI speer thine pine,* Ryking for me:Ryking for thee;* "List and heed", thou say`stWhistful, whistful -* Chancing to lure.Chancing to lure,Skirl and skreigh, but for thine ears, aye, lown `tis -Dodge na `way herefro, do come here in eath!