us along The most endangered species, the honest man Will still survive annihilation Forming a world, state of integrity Sensitive, open and strong Wave after wave
There is unrest in the forest There is trouble with the trees For the maples want more sunlight And the oaks ignore their pleas The trouble with the
We are secrets to each other Each one's life a novel no one else has read Even joined in bonds of love We're linked to one another by such slender threads
Who's come to slay the dragon Come to watch him fall? Making arrows out of pointed words Giant killers at the call? Too much fuss and bother Too much
Превод: Прилив. Природонаучният III. Постоянен вълни.
Превод: Прилив. Духът на Радио постоянните вълни.
Превод: Прилив. Свободната воля постоянните вълни.
Превод: Прилив. Постоянен вълни.
: There are those who think that life has nothing left to chance, A host of holy horrors to direct our aimless dance. A planet of playthings, We
: Who's come to slay the dragon, Come to watch him fall? Making arrows out of pointed words, Giant killers at the call? Too much fuss and bother,
image, Their world is fashioned. No wonder they don't understand. III. PERMANENT WAVES -------------------------------------------------------------
: Begin the day with a friendly voice, A companion unobtrusive Plays the song that's so elusive And the magic music makes your morning mood. Off
: The clouds prepare for battle In the dark and brooding silence. Bruised and sullen stormclouds Have the light of day obscured. Looming low and
: We are secrets to each other Each one's life a novel No-one else has read. Even joined in bonds of love, We're linked to one another By such slender
Who's come to slay the dragon, Come to watch him fall? Making arrows out of pointed words, Giant killers at the call? Too much fuss and bother,
We are secrets to each other Each one's life a novel No-one else has read. Even joined in bonds of love, We're linked to one another By such slender
There are those who think that life has nothing left to chance, A host of holy horrors to direct our aimless dance. A planet of playthings, We dance
own image, Their world is fashioned. No wonder they don't understand. III. PERMANENT WAVES -------------------------------------------------------------
