Текст песни Only The Good Ones Die In Summer

Wide fields ahead I feel the sun again Though there is no joy Coming over me The shadows cover up What darkness couldn't see A million unknown strangers Have died but not for me Only the good ones die in summer Softly, as does no other Will they reach the perfect silence? Or roaming round a thousand miles? You will know When you die in summer Straight ahead I make my way Through the madness in a day I gather all my sorrow With the sun beating down aside The shadows cover up What darkness would never be Slightly groping hands Reaching out for me Only the good ones die in summer Softly, as does no other Will they reach the perfect silence? Or roaming round a thousand miles? You will know When you die in summer In the shadow of a dying tree I find myself Waiting for silence Desperation is my friend Only the good ones die in summer Softly, as does no other Will I reach the perfect silence? Or roaming 'round a thousand miles? I would know If I died in summer