Текст песни Тэм Гринхилл - Память сгоревшей души

Epigraph:
In My Hands - sleep frozen mystery
From fairy tales and silver winds
So familiar and unstable
Among the long-born worlds.
In My Hands - part of the soul and heart,
Colored song became alive.
See - and never see enough,
As grass grows plan

Let me go to my dream Dm Gm Dm
There sings silver rain B Dm
There's been waiting for me my horse CB
But traces in the grass will not find Dm
There candle burns on the window - F
The house in which remembers waiting C Am
Where not touch me sad Dm B
Where the trouble and the pain is not found. Dm C Dm

Let me go home -
There's poetry in the frozen fire
This rain - he came after me
This rain remembered me.
Autumn looks into my eyes -
Stationary - amber eyes
Gray bird sky in tears
Who said you can not back.

Blurry maze of roads
Rassechёt Silver Rain
Who will change curses term
After reading the words over the fire
Blue - velvet flapping wing
Silver - sad ringing
It's death came after me
Let me go to my dream ...