5 acessos
Frost is still on green grass
Shackleing all mountines and woods
While my minds fly on morning wings
Carryed by beauty of sunrise
My soul finding peace in mountines crests
Where neither men or beast be
Only naked wind howl furious
Driven by purity of mother nature
Spectral colors of morning sun
Tub my dreams in purple...
And make reality from them
In this bleak week world
Still I dream free eternity
Where I will sing with night
Danceing with moonlight
On fields of morning purity.
Frost is still on green grass
Shackleing all mountines and woods
While my minds fly on morning wings
Carryed by beauty of sunrise