(Sometimes is shaking immense wings Full of light through the smolder of my fright)
When a shadows is rising on my shoulder A lake opens up in my soul A storm, escaped from you It hit, it burned in my morning But later she slept a your thin Smile in my hearing (And) your light caress in my dawn Like tenuous winter sun
The evening is full are winter A night becoming slender tills the dawn In the threshold of your dream You`ll see the ashes to rise And to light as the red dawn That it grows on the mounts
(Sometimes is shaking immense wings Full of light through the smolder of my fright)