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Macbeth — The twilight melancholy
Macbeth — The twilight melancholy (текст песни)
The arms of twilight are dandling my soul and in her eyes I see the sweetness of a bright immortal-graced maiden who relieves the grieves of my heart. Wind is whispering your name throught the clouds in the sky. I will always remember your eyes veiled by tears while the night prelude casted a spell on our glances. The eyes of the dying sun are looking at me in this romantic immensity an I can feel this melancholy pervading deep inside me. Twilight is whispering your name to the clouds in the sky. I will never forget your heart beating over mine and your passion heating my bosom. ...And when butterflies fly on whitered flowers and birds perch on dry brances a tear will glide to your feet and I will hold it in my hand like a pearl in its shell.