Even been where the eden once was
My feelings was wither like these flowers
Who cold was die and never bloom again.
The stream taken of life your essence,
In long morning, tears fall
Where now lie every colors...
Even dream about hope
I know who now die times ago
Together with the garden who one day was bloom here
The stream taken of life your essence,
In long morning, tears fall
Where now lie every colors...
Even been where the eden once was
Even everything was dead arround me
Even the cold spend sense
The stream taken of life your essence,
In long morning, tears yet fall
Even I was dead.
