Текст песни Тэм Гринхилл - Догорает свеча в руке

Burns the candle in his hand
Dripping wax , burning palm
I'm still waiting for the distance
Black will be your horse
Horseshoes ringing fly in silence
Like wings , behind the cloak
You, perhaps, come back to me
And he took me, you say , " Do not cry "

How long have you left me
And promised to return
But since I do not stub out the fire
I hope you found the way to me
And even if I am tired of waiting
And my hope is still weaker
Every night I go to meet
I'll have a lot of days.

Gray-eyed king in the cloak
Raven
No peace in my soul
I heart you gave
You probably forgot me
What do you need ?
Or maybe it was all
Only a piece of the magic sleep.

The Black Rider on a black horse
Soft silk light brown hair
My heart is cold fire
Bitter happiness you brought me
How fragile crystal and let the fairy tale I 'm tired of waiting
And shivering in the wind Candle and my hope everything weaker
Pours from the sky starry steel Every night I go to meet
And the fog lay sorrow. I'll have a lot of days.

Burnt out candle flame
And all in the same circle of silence
Even the wind is silent now
I 'm on the road a
Did not return again today
My king on a black horse
But I 'll wait for you again
Though you forgot about me.