كلمات The Tale

Lonely autumn tree Lashed by rainy daggers Crying with cold tears Dripping from branches Terrified little girl Is looking at dark clouds That are dancing Deadly waltz of sounds ...beware of dark clouds... ...beware of dark clouds... She gently strokes tree's bark Listening to the wind and thunders The tree wants to hide This little child from anger Lightning strikes the tree Flash burns all around These two beings've been united now ...ashes of life... ...carrying by time... Growing i feel grim 'cos i've been losing you Now i only have Flowers near my trunk I will always shade Roses on your grave Rustle of my leaves Will calm your dream