Текст песни
I never cried out loud like a Dragon, no
I howled like a dog, and wept like a cat
As a man I suffered, and dreams I did know
But like a Dragon I never cried out, just that
I never sang like a Dragon could sing
Croaked like the dead, creaked like a cart in the spring
As a man I snored through the night, without a thing
But like a Dragon I never sang, that’s the ring
Golden veins or diamond mines
Did they sing in amber drops’ designs?
Did we live so very long? Did we learn so many signs?
Or did ages pass in vain, lost in time’s long lines?
With torn‑wing flights, in drunken fights
Did we cut the skies with all our might?
By blue above the canopy, with herbs so sweet and bright
Were those called miracles back then, shining pure and light?
I never flew like a Dragon so high
I fell from a balcony, broke the railing with a sigh
As a man I bruised my feet till they bled, you see
But like a Dragon I never flew, that dream’s not for me
I never lived like a Dragon might
Fooled around, made mistakes, lost my way in the night
As a man I ate sweet things, drank with all my might
But like a Dragon I never lived — that’s the truth, outright
Golden veins or diamond mines
Did they sing in amber drops’ designs?
Did we live so very long? Did we learn so many signs?
Or did ages pass in vain, lost in time’s long lines?
With torn‑wing flights, in drunken fights
Did we cut the skies with all our might?
By blue above the canopy, with herbs so sweet and bright
Were those called miracles back then, shining pure and light?
And the sky is calling
The sky is calling, and maybe it’s time
To cast off my clothes, to tear through my skin, sublime?
Grow horns, scales, and a tail, in a rhythm so divine
And like a Dragon soar up high — let this dream begin
Golden veins or diamond mines
Did they sing in amber drops’ designs?
Did we live so very long? Did we learn so many signs?
Or did ages pass in vain, lost in time’s long lines?
With torn‑wing flights, in drunken fights
Did we cut the skies with all our might?
By blue above the canopy, with herbs so sweet and bright
Were those called miracles back then, shining pure and light?
