Из альбома: The Cliff of Suicide
You slide across the branches,
Your glitter is fertile pollen,
You're shadows in the shape of leaves
A wind that ripples the crest of waves against the current,
You caress the rivers but you are the springs
Your eyes: buds which are moistened by the dew,
Beyond webs of obscurity
The branches swing you
Then you glide on your transparent wings
№ | Топ 4 Gothica |
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1 | Gothica - The Pure Nymph |
2 | Gothica - Cosmic Harmony |
3 | Gothica - Nel Buio |
4 | Gothica - The Monk |