Art Ceilidh - Song O' the Song | Текст песни

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The end is a stone which turns into sand
The end is a spring which dies in the river
The end's when you step on the edge of a grave
And feel no pain, no shiver.
The end's when you step on the edge of a grave
And feel no pain, no shiver.

My life is a song which was given by her
My love is a Song O'the Song
My love is a violet color of dream
That won't grow dull at the dawn.
My love is a violet color of dream
That won't grow dull at the dawn.

My love is a sand which turns into gold
My love is a lively river
My love is David's harp, raised from the dead
To glorify her tears.
My love is David's harp, raised from the dead
To glorify her tears.

Lyrics by M. Smirnov

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