歌曲 | November Nights Insomnia |
歌手 | Old Silver Key |
专辑 | Tales of Wanderings |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
My old lonely house filled with the smell | |
of burnt fallen leaves. Sound of passing birds' wings... | |
Trembling, oldness, twilight... | |
Candle is fading, books, old photos are in disorder on the floor. | |
Wind is throwing naked black branches into the window. | |
I'll not fall asleep this night. | |
At the dawn behind a pale veil, | |
I'll see like in black white mute cinema | |
Those who are long ago passed. |