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Lagano se u prirodu uvlaci jesen...prve izmaglice,vlazne noci,lisce otpada sve se lagano gasi...zadnji zeleni dani u šumi dok se i ona ne ugasi i usne, utone u svoje snove o nekom boljem,davnom vremenu..priroda drijema, ali jos osjeca..drijema ali zna..dolaze sivi dani,kada se magla provlaci kroz sumu koja kao da place za svim ljudima,svim starim danima i svim bicima koja su davno,davno nestala kada je covjek okrenuo leda svemu sto mu je priroda pruzala...mozda cujete neke tihe,tmurrne tuzne glasove kako stenju,grče se i jecaju po noći, u magli obasjanoj mjesecinom...cry with them
Empyrium-Many Moons Ago...
A night of december so dark and cold,
I walked a path ages old
The moon amongst the clouds revealed
lightning valleys, forest and field
Embraced by silence I wandered the moor
an endless landscape by my side
when in the mist I saw a light
dancing through the hazy night
I stood and watched the play in awe
was deeply touched by what I saw
I told my friends what I did see
and what they told did tremble me!
It's said the ghost of a young, fair maid
is cursed to dwell beneath the shade
of the olden oak she died below
O that was many moons ago!
Post je objavljen 13.09.2006. u 08:12 sati.