Текст песни Тэм Гринхилл - Закатный вестник

Where are you, sunset Gazette?
I get lost in the rustle.
For the right to die is fair
Fate asked too much.
Sharp icicle from the heart,
Drops on the white marble.
Thousands of birds fly away
And for sea fly over the sea ...

I'm waiting for you home
With the crucifixion of roads,
In the golden foliage
Guessing pace.
Once you come,
Gray wandering god,
And will call with a
But it will be too late.

sleepless Sea Waves
In the white harbor ringing
Footfall virgin echo
In light mist shroud.
Time obedient beast
Waiting for her command.
Sorry, I no longer believe,
That death - is the path to salvation.

Leave me alone
With unfading candle.
I do not close the door
From the northern blizzards.
The road for two
To cut the sword -
On the two trails into darkness
Without meaning and without purpose.

Dream of falling into the abyss
The endless stairs
Heart iron armor
Closer to winter dressed.
It would be desirable for the sake of laughter
Songs give envious.
Echoes silence echoes
Those who call for the truth ...

I'm waiting for you home
On crushed ice
The tired silence
Wandering through the pages.
In the cold crystal
I'm saving a star
To the latter gates
All of a sudden turn into a bird ...

I am waiting for you back home ...