Her Name Is Calla - I Was On The Back Of A Nightingale | Текст песни

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• Her Name Is Calla
• I Was On The Back Of A Nightingale

I was on the back of a nightingale, living like a king;
Listening to the songs that you’d sing.
Home fires were burning and the smoke stung our eyes;
We were blind from birth, until that night.

Love grows old and we die younger each time.
Heaven loves a martyr

And how am I supposed to run with my legs sunk in the mud?
I wish I had grown up a little longer
And if we’d flown south, we’d have a home at least for now;
Love grows old
And I lived like a king