My river of serpents, innocence is your name
When dawn entwines me in its cold dew
The grass awakes the serpent's dream
Oh, mournful eyes, lust is gone
Forever seems the cold morning mist
The river of mine, waters of black hate
Pure am I, I saw a ghost of her dying light
(The river, it crawls close to me...
And serpents are all around my forlorn shade
Haunting me, the whispering of ghosts
The longing won't stop, my raven heart
The grass whispers, the mist is my veil
Of innocence and of my hate...)
Take me down, let me be free
In my river of serpent dreams
Tending the cold caresses, my mournful eyes
My suffering is your time...
(The longing won't stop, light descends
Of suffering he is born, the shade of man
He once was... he once was a light...)
Man made the cars to take us over the road
Man made the train to carry the heavy load
Man made electric light to take us out of the dark
Man made the boat for the water, like Noah made the ark
Man thinks about our little bitty baby girls and our baby boys
Oi jau cia turetu padirbeti viesuju rysiu specialistai.welcome to XXI century Negi nesimato kad rusai iki mano amziaus megsta vakarietiska kultura.ta pati muzika filmai drabuziai keliones.jiems priklauso ateitis te seniai pasilaidoja po tankais o ne jie