Autumn has come to rest in her garden Come to paint the trees with emptiness and no pardon So many things have come undone, like the leaves on the ground
Instrumental
Превод: Кинг Кримсън. Вътрешна Garden I.
: Instrumental
and lace Sweet is the voice from far away That speaks sotto voce and Is lingering there in the golden air To quiet the day. ( * inner garden i, ** inner garden
