Promenade --------- Lead me from tortured dreams Childhood themes of nights alone, Wipe away endless years, childhood tears as dry as stone. From seeds
Превод: Емерсън Лейк енд Палмър. Картини от една изложба.
Instrumental
Lead me from tortured dreams Childhood themes of nights alone. Wipe away endless years, childhood tears as dry as stone. From seeds of confusion, illusions
Come forth, from love's spire Born in life's fire, Born in life's fire. Come forth, from love's spire In the burning, all are [of our] yearning, for
I carry the dust of a journey that cannot be shaken away It lives deep within me for I breathed it every day You and I are yesterday's answers the earth
