Thunders roam, rains drop
Hit the ground of stone cold
There is misery, there's hope
There is start, and there is stop
In the void the knots are melted
And the winds have soothed the wastelands
Sun and moon have been created
Each for reason, out of thought
Sun had brought the yellow sunlight:
Warms and joy to cold earth
Moon had brought the silver moonlight:
The protector, the hope giver, and the faith
But...
Sunlight rays condemned to death
When they hit the cold earth
All their density is lost
In the outer layers of earth
Moonlight rays have lost their power
Moon had never shown alone
The protection have been lost
Hope had perished faith had gone
Deep within the holds of thorns
Couples die of pain and scorn
Mighty winds again are whistling
Bringing all the wrath of gods
But my teardrops I can't stop |
המציאות הנו מקרי בהחלט. אין צוות האתר ו/או
הנהלת האתר אחראים לנזק, אבדן, אי נוחות, עגמת
נפש וכיו''ב תוצאות, ישירות או עקיפות, שייגרמו
לך או לכל צד שלישי בשל מסרים שיפורסמו
ביצירות, שהנם באחריות היוצר בלבד.