Текст песни
Manuscript down to me
It is list of sins
Clear tear are falling near
This black list for me
Crying, crying skies
Flying, flying time
I have crossed the night
And became the light
I’ve got sting from bright wind
My old grif is dead
Death is near makes my fear
And creates my dread
Crying, crying skies
Flying, flying time
I have crossed the night
And became the light
Stone walls I must call
Call to break the stone
Let me first to make the cross
My heart is not my own
Crying, crying skies
Flying, flying time
I have crossed the night
And became the light
