Текст, перевод и аккорды “A Staggering Moon”
- Amidst the streams of the river, the flow was achanging And autumn rain unfolded its charm. With the thorns of absence So sweet to your skin – In the dusty veils of morning, You had forgiven all bearing. The land blessed the manifold faces of your love. The Garden lies asleep, the grave unclouded And we dance about a fallen sun. Night-moths on her wings: A staggering moon.
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