Текст песни Cry Solnca - Дерево

blizzard holes patched
scraps of totality
bell tree
the saga of the first North

I still do not believe

trope
no matter how much I or meted out

and gifts
lost or found

silver
under the feet of the tree of gold

hundred winds

phase of a ripe apple
for grayscale
a string of fiery white
burned down finishing touches

Late swallows Bleriot
and grasshopper stereo
rustle in an imaginary tree
Early North Song