poniedziałek, 12 listopada 2012

Somewhere in the Forest (song 2)



Sour winds more bitter than memory
Catching the thoughts in icicles
Sour winds more bitter than memory
Catching the thoughts in icicles
Are we at all sorry?

By the stone wartime grave, I know
Thou art my burden though you bestow 

Yet I will never stop being proud
To live in this country, my vow

Trees wrinkled with time
Or maybe bullets are still looking for their way out
Of the forest
Way out of the forest, no doubt
The fault is not mine

By the stone wartime grave, I know
Thou art my burden though you bestow 

Yet I will never stop being proud
To live in this country, my vow


Forgive the others, forgive yourself
Your troop is far away
Forgive the others, forgive yourself
Your troop is far away, a confusion
Your country's a distant illusion

Winds will melt diamond tears
Do windmills care which state they grind in?
Scattered stones scar the slopes
But no-one clears the moss
In the cosmo-inn

Under the starred blue sky
We're children of the void

By the stone wartime grave, I know
Thou art my burden though you bestow 

Yet I will never stop being proud
To live in this country, my vow

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