letra: gilbert antonio
Alone I seat, and I watch the spring time to die in the smiling light away.
I see it dies, I watch it fades from the silent buildings and empty gardens.
My thoughts in my soul
they rush and my heart bows
beneath their power
Silently I return to my sacred castle where I prevent those curious remarks to be found.
such solitude meant to be the glorious gift
Composição: mateus scorpioni