Thalarion lyrics
Thalarion lyrics
"A Staircase To My Soul lyrics"
Mother Mary lyrics
Like elvis, like everyone We all die, we all live on in photos and paperblacks, if we're lucky we're coming back Mother Mary over, over Mothe
Like elvis, like everyone We all die, we all live on in photos and paperblacks, if we're lucky we're coming back Mother Mary over, over Mothe
A brief commentary of Juraj Grezdo & Nela Horvathova: "This lyrics is more optimistic. I must have been in a good mood at that time, I don't remember. It is hard to say what it meant for me when I wrote it, because my feelings changes. It obviously contains some healing elements".
The bliss has descended from the skies torn.
Along
Interview lyrics
(Carly Simon/Don Was)A sweet young man sat on my chairWith a tape machine and a face of fearHe asked how does it feel to be who you areI though
with beneficial autumn drizzle.(Carly Simon/Don Was)A sweet young man sat on my chairWith a tape machine and a face of fearHe asked how does it feel to be who you areI though
It brought a scent of obsolete recollections.
And grieved me somewhat.
Dense drops of rain hissed as they fell.
Then evaporated and faded into the atmosphere.
Like my own memories vanished long ago.
That emerge with any following rain.
But now I am fortunate because the bliss came to
Watch The Fortune Wheel lyrics
In days like these It all happens again I'm prepared for some extremities Survival is the name of the game In days like these I could affort
me.In days like these It all happens again I'm prepared for some extremities Survival is the name of the game In days like these I could affort
From the high distances of the azure clouds.
It effaced the scars arising after the frusrtations.
And healed my soul up.
Shapeless flowers are blooming in heavens.
Each of them reminds me the one part of my life.
They used to fade before they blossomed.
But now they turn pale and all bad is gone.
The bliss has
Hiding From The Sun lyrics
I don't know what you've been told I'm hopin you don't know Your ears are ringing inside Think I've got something to hide You give up It's too
descended from the skies torn.I don't know what you've been told I'm hopin you don't know Your ears are ringing inside Think I've got something to hide You give up It's too
Along with beneficial autumn drizzle.
It brought a scent of obsolete recollections.
And grieved me somewhat.
Shapeless flowers are blooming in heavens.
Each of them reminds me the one part of my life.
They used to fade before they blossomed.
But now they turn pale and all bad is gone.