Текст песни Тэм Гринхилл - Мир мой в ладонях твоих, ученик

Put your hands, look away, do not ask me about anything,
I'm a bad companion, like the wind on winter road.
Gift disturb the soul words became my sword in his hands
On the ruins of the castle serve the Dark Lord.

Heads Up! Words - it is a slow poison,
I'm afraid to break away from a whisper to a shout,
White lips dutifully repeating:
& Quot; My peace - in the hands of thy disciple ... & quot;

You dangerously young, you came himself enchanted glitter stars
Intentionally reflected in the black surface of the bowl.
You freeze next to me, you'll go blind from caustic tears
In captivity zazerkalnom legend senselessly terrible ...

Go away until the door closed!
Turning away, I count to a hundred.
My lute singing - but you do not believe it!
This is the magic songs fatally simple.

This is all the hype, this winter sleep, which leads to the palaces of fate,
Useless wounds of the soul and the cold heart ...
You still have time to return until the spell of my weak
You have time to ignite your fire and forget to warm up ...

Another step - and not the way back,
Rustle words enchant quick spring,
Hands damn bowl, unseeing eyes -
My world - in your hands, Apprentice!

Tell me - is it you're looking for?
In this there is your destiny?
What do you want to find
In the kingdom of distorting mirrors?