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Lost dreams left to the way,
Snow served to the loneliness.
In sun cup shine the tears,
The dawn in the trays of smiles.
Scarlet midnight wrapped wine,
Haunted by love and ice.
Sheding the cold in dying promises,
Soul of snow from the ancient abbeys.
Entrails receive me,
White flesh, oh altar.
Sleeping in your temple,
Where the pain is so far...
Little fairy kiss my tears,
Wine pray to the night.
Burial of my feelings,
In the silent exile.
Challenging your shadows where the death call in ecstasy,
And rest where the promises sing in fall your face in the wind.
Your face extends over where the nymphs and magicians sleeps,
Loving the deep enchantments and your pain inside me.
In desires, of set thorn in time, and time and rain, Oh pain!
Give me back feelings, they are buried alive into your veins.
The song of the winds,
In the forest smell.
Silence burning in the fairy spell.
Bewitched, deep,
Rise up my wings.
On the desert of my dead dreams.
Quadros nas sombras
H¡ uma luz ancestral
Onde a memãria sonha o abra§o dos tempos
O presente, seu nome
Talvez silancio
Onde as horas erguem as suas asas
Aprisionadas ao fio das palavras
Pettalom
Feelings Buried Alive
Feelings Buried Alive
Lost dreams left to the way,
Snow served to the loneliness.
In sun cup shine the tears,
The dawn in the trays of smiles.
Scarlet midnight wrapped wine,
Haunted by love and ice.
Sheding the cold in dying promises,
Soul of snow from the ancient abbeys.
Entrails receive me,
White flesh, oh altar.
Sleeping in your temple,
Where the pain is so far...
Little fairy kiss my tears,
Wine pray to the night.
Burial of my feelings,
In the silent exile.
Challenging your shadows where the death call in ecstasy,
And rest where the promises sing in fall your face in the wind.
Your face extends over where the nymphs and magicians sleeps,
Loving the deep enchantments and your pain inside me.
In desires, of set thorn in time, and time and rain, Oh pain!
Give me back feelings, they are buried alive into your veins.
The song of the winds,
In the forest smell.
Silence burning in the fairy spell.
Bewitched, deep,
Rise up my wings.
On the desert of my dead dreams.
Quadros nas sombras
H¡ uma luz ancestral
Onde a memãria sonha o abra§o dos tempos
O presente, seu nome
Talvez silancio
Onde as horas erguem as suas asas
Aprisionadas ao fio das palavras
