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Dying Passion progressive-rock / Šumperk

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Text skladby Tender Renown


z alba Sweet Disillusions

Autor hudby: Dying Passion
Autor textu: Zuzana Jelinková, E. Dickinson

I hide myself within my flower,
That wearing on your breast,
You, unsuspecting, wear me too
And angels know the rest.
I hide myself within my flower
That, fading from your vase,
You, unsuspecting, feel for me
Almost a loneliness.

He touched me, so I live to know
That such a day, permitted so,
I groped upon his breast.
It's a boundless place to me,
And silence, as the awful sea
Puts minor streams to rest.

And now, I'm different from before,
As of I breathed superior air,
Or brushed a royal grown;
My feet, too, that had wandered so,
My gypsy face transfigured now
To tender renown.