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- Над треком работали
- Music & lyrics by Michael Star Feive
- Альбом
- Words Of Prophecy
- Текст
- Song
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Dream-bird sings sitting in a tree
Of going century
Sweet song whose every single note
Returns with pain to me
For days now so remote
When passing thru' millenium's gate
I chance to meet my fate
The days this song reminds me of
Will lessen date by date
Until the last one's off
The dream-bird's song follows me on
Thru' all my lonely years
I hear it still or rather feel
It echoe in my ears
I can make out its every sound
As one of passing days
But when it's thru'
Then thru' I'm too
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Look once again beyond the screen
Look what you are
Look what you've been
You'll see no sight of what you are
But what you've been is here so far
It's not so smooth
But still it's truth
Your life's before your eyes
Your every sin's your choice between
Hades and Paradise
The song is short
The end is close
But when it's time one never knows
Just give a try while there's a chance
To make up for your hesitance
The deeds that one
Has ever done
Could not be re-arranged
But now your thoughts
Are very notes
That make your future change
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Dream-bird sings sitting in a tree
Of going century
Sweet song whose every single note
Returns with pain to me
I can make out its every sound
As one of passing days
But when it's thru' then thru' I'm too