Врата готики

Touch the warm wing of my soul Am D
I expect miracles - I close my eyes Dm F Em
In that time I have saved the life of Am D
On the way to the sky again denying F Em
But I see a bridge over a river of burning Am F
I see your shadow in front of CG
I know - I was still far away G Dm F
Through the night and memory, dreams and rain FCG
But I have time - I have wings GF
They are difficult to see under the dust of death Dm Em
I can fly ... Am

Look - my Wash Day
And the rain washes out the window again, stained glass
And battered wings cloak in trouble
Again, longs for the night winds
I hear the call , similar to the cry of
I can see the shadows of dead birds
Once again I need the ancient language
Flood washed away from the ancient pages
Since release - Open the door
Let the world will return to me the old faith
And abandoned house

Fatigue protects my peace
And in the cup as the blood of expensive wine
And the letters in a row with a sure hand
Give rise to a string of strange dreams
Open the gates , which are not
I believe that you are somewhere here
I surge in prayer late spring
Looking for good news in the routine
In the words of the song forgotten warrior
My way to heaven seal grass
Force abandoned words ...