nursery rhyme

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  1. novembre'nin arte novencento (1996) albümünün yedinci parcasıdır.

    We, in this blowing of time
    We lose our dreams as the trees give their leaves to the ground
    With no more poetries to cry
    We're still here without a place to hide
    Not finding shade to shelter from the fury of the Sun
    Couldn't melt the dark ice of the night
    Just running on fast in vain and then running again
    We, with no sunset in sight
    We face together the passing of time
    With no more poetries to cry
    We're still awake in this nightmare just trying to find rhymes
    A somber stream flows down the stars
    crossing my dreams, reaching my heart
    and in this stream I find my heaven
    The sound is deep into the night
    where wolves are howling at their moonlight
    and in this darkness is sweet to lose one's way
    No time to kiss my last good-byes, just touch your face for the last time, I leave this gardens of grief forever
    Just give me a reason to remain, I'll give you a thousand to go away
    let's look together for somewhere better
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