Your blind eyes will look for the lost paradise Under the grey clouds. Youll got lost yourself seeking this paradise Under heavy silver clouds. In the morass of life you feel lost. Your scowl wrapped in the mist. And in your eyes growns dim and revives again By gone dreams, the apathetic, cloudy weather reflects there. You bid your enchanted soul To melt in the long weeping. As the violin crys the heart Unfairly scolded. Another grows into the grass, it fades. That cant say what was alls. Youll search for happiness in the field of closed hearts. Dont cry, when somebody will look at you with empty eyes. You bid your enchanted soul To melt in the long weeping. As the violin crys the heart Unfairly scolded. But listen your soul is dreaming...
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