歌词
The phoenix "And from the ashes a Phoenix rose - with wings made of gold it gently touched me, a touch of relief. I was ready to start a new circle, hoping it would never come to an end. "
Never too late for hope" - the grey ice melted - slowly..."
SPRING Where is my world,
The beggining of my life bound,
Surrounded by light,
Wandering aimlessly around.
Hearing voices calling my name
While i hover, world`s dark stain.
Where is my summertime?
I`m longing for its warmth,
Far too long i shivered
In winter`s icy force
Clouds are above me
Mid air caresses my lungs
I let myself drift, waiting for spring sun.
Soft grass - but it hurts to go over it,
Pointed stings - running between i stick
Brooks are roading, the water blood red
Please let me drink, but i can`t, i`m dead.
Souls are screaming, mothers and sons
Are slaughtering themselves, am i teaching a dream... [Repeat 1. + 2. verse]