Spring Day کے بول

I will dance and it will make The world rise from the dead beneath my feet I will weave the threads of sound That will fall on my breast When I finish my dance When I finish my dance And when the breaths will set the rhythm My feet will worship the death of the floor I will announce the birth of the king Naked among the empty plates` splendour The laughter will return When the green walls reflect it Broken glass can be useful Wood can be burnt I will dance and it will make The world rise from the dead beneath my feet I will weave the threads of sound That will fall on my breast When I finish my dance When I finish my dance The laughter will return When the green walls reflect it Broken glass can be useful Wood can be burnt