Texty:
Blackmores Night Fires At Midnight

that I had known of this place I could never understand On the hills the fires burned at midnight Superstition plagued the air Sparks fly as the fires burn at midnight

Preklad: Blackmore Night. Požiare polnoci.

all because of you I can't believe its true? ?all because of you?. You are everything I Wanted for so many years? Goodbye long, lonely nights Sadness

Down in the village streets The air is full of wonder Fair smiles greet The crowning of the king? Come hither, gather round A joyous time's upon us Trumpets

all that I had known of this place I could never understand? On the hills the fires burned at midnight Superstition plagued the air Sparks fly as the fires burn at midnight

(1st part in Provencial French) The bells are ringing On Mid Winters Night The moon sets all alone And once again I try to sleep before the morning light

The moon must be an angel, Her halo surely heaven sent Watching from above should the bells forget to ring And we but lonely travelers Following a ray

They say that it's always darkest right before the dawn They say that I must be strong just to carry on But they don't know that I would wait my whole

you want to cry Roots could never stop her From reaching for the sky? Those years have all past Lucky for us lucky for her? Now, children play at her