Текст песни Тэм Гринхилл - Лютиэнь

Magic of the first stars sang your nightingaws
I watched your shadow reflected in dark pupils
Time and ringing stream created a bowl of love
Shower filled her, but the water was bitter

Shadow,
danced to the moon
Song
generated by gift soul
Will it hove away or goes to me
Flute is mine Burns

Wolf green look mng in a deaf silence
Menuing steps strangers in helplessly fragile colors
Acute Word: Goodbye - Shadow on a Cold Wall
In mortal embarrassing hands, your beauty dies

Blike
by untouched steady
No,
death does not go in the footsteps yet
The one in the world is more beautiful than all
I will not give anyone

Stars prophesy to me to cake in the dark forest
Handling white pearls to your legs brash words
Dark wings of trouble are seen in the dream mirror
The wind will break the reed so that the music becomes dead

Creek
white seagull over black wave
Death
my soul calls for the sunset
You remain with me forever
Broken flute in hand