He was the light of ancient times
He brought winds warm like the sun
But the burden in his heart, heavy as a rock, he needed to make a change
For all the dreams he had has a child
And the fantasies at night
He blew a wind of dread and kill
I saw him weep in bloody hands of a fool
His darkest hour and seasons of change
Turned his wings into dust and debris
The beautiful face of the western wind was nowhere to be found
Cold sweat and the aging man
With black tears of hatred and sin
His mind was lost to the world of sleep, enraged was his heart
Now his dreams are scattered lies
Fueled with madness and despise
He coughed up blood, a sign of death
The angel falls into the reaper's hands
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Sweet Zephyr, fly to the sky
And may your heart be filled with joy
Don't fear and feel no shame, for you are not to blame
But the dreams you had as a child
And the fantasies at night
It was the raging fire within your soul
That made you kill what you loved the most
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Zephyr, listen to me, I'll fill your heart with joy
Don't be afraid, feel no pain, for you are not to blame
But the sorrow in your heart and the fact that you were torn apart
By the raging fire within your soul
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Pamenu kokiais 1985ais kai Lietuvoje dar nebuvo Dievo, rimtesniu baznyciu, renginiu, katinas leopoldas buvo pirmas krikscionis neses Dievo zinia i dar sovietine sali.
Jei esi geras – viskas lengva kelyje,
O kai atvirkščiai – sunku ir tamsu darosi tiesiog.
Pasidalink su kiekvienu džiaugsmu savo tyru,
Sėk aplinkui juoką skambų ir tyrą.
Jei dainas dainuoji – linksmiau pasidaro,
O kai atvirkščiai – nuobodu ir pilka, be gal
Daina Jei esi geras leopoldas.
Lietus basas per žemę nubėgo,
Klevams per pečius tapšnojo delnais.
Jei diena giedra – gera ir miela,
O kai atvirkščiai – liūdna pasidaro visai.
Girdis, kaip skamba aukštai danguje
Saulės spindulių stygos šviesios.
Jei esi g