Non vorrei esagerare ma questa canzone ha un che di mistico... troppo bella...There's the moon asking to stayLong enough for the clouds to fly me awayWell it's my time coming, i'm not afraid to dieMy fading voice sings of love, But she cries to the clicking of timeOf timeWait in the fire... And she weeps on my armWalking to the bright lights in sorrowOh drink a bit of wine we both might go tomorrowOh my loveAnd the rain is falling and i believe My time has comeIt reminds me of the pain I might leave Leave behindWait in the fire...And I feel them drown my nameSo easy to know and forget with this kissI'm not afraid to go but it goes so slow
GRACE - JEFF BUCKLEY
Non vorrei esagerare ma questa canzone ha un che di mistico... troppo bella...There's the moon asking to stayLong enough for the clouds to fly me awayWell it's my time coming, i'm not afraid to dieMy fading voice sings of love, But she cries to the clicking of timeOf timeWait in the fire... And she weeps on my armWalking to the bright lights in sorrowOh drink a bit of wine we both might go tomorrowOh my loveAnd the rain is falling and i believe My time has comeIt reminds me of the pain I might leave Leave behindWait in the fire...And I feel them drown my nameSo easy to know and forget with this kissI'm not afraid to go but it goes so slow