The Gathering
New Moon, Different Day 1997 г. |
I'm at the waterside
my cold feet are numb
and i follow my dream
I want to get inside
The clouds make a circle
on the soil that i'm on
and i trust what surrounds me
I want to cross
I break the storm through the clouds
I'm at the other side
I watch time pass
and i see, i have to go along
with the water that will lead the way
and i feel, the rain on my head
and the drops hit me one by one
I break the storm through the clouds
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