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The Judgment Of My Harvest Heart
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| Добавлена 15 марта 2013 пользователем Миша |
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The world is cold, the heaven grey, the dark clouds travel faster
The frozen wind cut in my face my nose is red
With every step I go I hear the snow grates under my shoes
Hypnotic is the moving of the little flakes
With every step I feel the knife of the cold winter
I cannot move my hands, I have lost the feeling
I catch the snowflakes with my nose while I'm waiting for
The man who said me that I'll meet him there this day
And as he left a year ago
It breaks my heart it passed so slow
I smell the cent of you
But around me no sign of you
You're my only thought
The judgement of my harvest heart
I was not prepared for finiteness
But my fate has taken my soul
Step by step, I have fear of my realization
I can feel - there is sunlight - it gives me consolation
I confess that my love will never come back
My soul is rent, my heart is lost, give in my dispensation
My time is out; I feel the sun under the snow
It's my deliverance I think like bright the fresh rivers stream
Take off my body like an old attrition coat
The frozen wind cut in my face my nose is red
With every step I go I hear the snow grates under my shoes
Hypnotic is the moving of the little flakes
With every step I feel the knife of the cold winter
I cannot move my hands, I have lost the feeling
I catch the snowflakes with my nose while I'm waiting for
The man who said me that I'll meet him there this day
And as he left a year ago
It breaks my heart it passed so slow
I smell the cent of you
But around me no sign of you
You're my only thought
The judgement of my harvest heart
I was not prepared for finiteness
But my fate has taken my soul
Step by step, I have fear of my realization
I can feel - there is sunlight - it gives me consolation
I confess that my love will never come back
My soul is rent, my heart is lost, give in my dispensation
My time is out; I feel the sun under the snow
It's my deliverance I think like bright the fresh rivers stream
Take off my body like an old attrition coat
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