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Лирика : Trail Of Tears : Disclosure In Red : Mournful Pigeon
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Mournful Pigeon
Disclosure In Red (1999)
Trail Of Tears
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8 февраля 10, 22:01
Infinite oblivion...
beyond all words and thoughts
Desires sent to sleep,
to the dawn of knowledge comes
A dismal gleam in their frozen eyes,
gathering of the beloved ones
Bleeding portraits on velvet walls
Serene divinity passing on
Hiding are the deceitful ones
They have no courage, they have no feelings
Weakness and greed the most
Now my sighs have been answered,
they have drained me of all life
The passion of the tragedies,
described beyond my loss
Feels like flying
Far away, out of confusion
till clearness...
I can see the tears, falling...
from your eyes.
Try to wipe them, try to wipe them away
But they were frozen, they were frozen to your chin
Can`t control my feelings
Feels like I`m blind and stuck out in the dark
with no trees around me
Don`t know what`s passing me by
Why now?
It`s time to say farewell
Leaves fall from the dying tree again
Emotions brought to life
By me
My dearest pigeon is mournful yet again.
beyond all words and thoughts
Desires sent to sleep,
to the dawn of knowledge comes
A dismal gleam in their frozen eyes,
gathering of the beloved ones
Bleeding portraits on velvet walls
Serene divinity passing on
Hiding are the deceitful ones
They have no courage, they have no feelings
Weakness and greed the most
Now my sighs have been answered,
they have drained me of all life
The passion of the tragedies,
described beyond my loss
Feels like flying
Far away, out of confusion
till clearness...
I can see the tears, falling...
from your eyes.
Try to wipe them, try to wipe them away
But they were frozen, they were frozen to your chin
Can`t control my feelings
Feels like I`m blind and stuck out in the dark
with no trees around me
Don`t know what`s passing me by
Why now?
It`s time to say farewell
Leaves fall from the dying tree again
Emotions brought to life
By me
My dearest pigeon is mournful yet again.
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