for the thirsty No sun beheld above these shores No reflection of the moon on these waters here My maiden?s hair Grass on the waters? edge Now willows on a shore
the thirsty No sun beheld above these shores No reflection of the moon on these waters here My maiden?s hair Grass on the waters? edge Now willows on a shore
babble And my heart looked about for some rest from its trouble I cast my eyes downward upon the seaside And a fair young girl on the shore I espied
ptarmigans babble And my heart looked for some rest from its trouble I cast my eyes downward upon the seaside And a fair young girl on the shore I espied
Preklad: Amorphis. Placky na brehu.
The ptarmigans babble And my heart looked for some rest from its trouble I cast my eyes downward upon the seaside And a fair young girl on the shore
