я вчера поняла, что не умею писать про них. как бы я ни старалась, я никогда не смогу сформулировать, что для меня значит эта музыка.
вместо тысячи слов
Silent night surrounding me
On the shore of wistful sea
A kindest heart made me believe
The world as I wish it to be
Wind in the wheat
Kiss by a hearth
Little hideaways for a lonely heart
Cast away in beauty’s gloom
The good in me, the child within
A cruelest heart made me forget
The world as I wish it to be
Home inside, but lost for life
Human heart longing for love
Slave to the toil, this mortal coil
The strife, the suffering, the void
Wind in the wheat
Kiss by a hearth
A dead calm winter morn,
Morning birds, and a smile of a stranger
Frozen moments in time
Little hideaways, the marrow of life
Little hideaways for a lonely heart
Wind in the wheat
Kiss by a hearth
Little hideaways for a lonely heart
Silent night surrounding me
On the shore of wistful sea
A kindest heart made me believe
The world as I wish it to be
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