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The Wanderer-Elvenking

A slight call afar is tempting me
Like a whisper sweet or an awful scream
I cannot ignore what I've always been
I am leaving again - one last time?
Laid on the pale scythe of the Moon
I play with stars around me
The elvendom is now calling out my name
My fairy and I are wandering through times
And stories forgotten, some old fairytales
Of wizards of Oz, of lost keys and gardens
Hiding secret doors that lead to a dream
For those who believe there's always a door to get in

A slight call afar is tempting me
Like a whisper sweet or an awful scream
I cannot ignore what I've always been
I am leaving again - one last time?
In my little kingdom I can be what I really
Wanted to be - The wanderer
I'm hearing scratches at my door
Somebody wants me again
Some little creatures will be my fellows
My demon and I are playing
Some wicked games I should not play, not fair to be played
Don't tell anyone the place where I'm going
'cause they won't believe - This time I don't know
If I'll ever return, say goodbye for me to my home

A slight call afar is tempting me
Like a whisper sweet or an awful scream
I cannot ignore what I've always been
I am leaving again - one last time?
In my little kingdom I can be what I really
Wanted to be - The wanderer







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petak, 07.07.2006.

Rainmaker


When I was wandering in the desert. And was searching for the truth
I heard a choir of angels calling out my name. I had the feeling that my life would never be the same again
I turned my face towards the barren sun

And I know of the pain that you feel the same as me. And I dream of the rain as it falls upon the leaves.
And the cracks in OUR LIVES like the cracks UPON THE GROUND. They are sealed and are now washed away

You tell me we can start the rain. You tell me that we all can change
You tell me we can find something to wash the tears away. You tell me we can start the rain
You tell me that we all can change. You tell me we can find something to wash the tears.

And I know of the pain that you feel the same as me. And I dream of the rain as it falls upon the leaves.
And the cracks in the ground like the cracks are in our lives. They are sealed and are now far away

You tell me we can start the rain. You tell me that we all can change
You tell me we can find something to wash the tears away. You tell me we can start the rain
You tell me that we all can change. You tell me we can find something to wash the tears.

You tell me we can start the rain. You tell me that we all can change
You tell me we can find something to wash the tears away. You tell me we can start the rain
You tell me that we all can change. You tell me we can find something to wash the tears.

And I know of the pain that you feel the same as me. And I dream of the rain as it falls upon the leaves.
And the cracks in the ground like the cracks are in our lives. They are sealed and are now far away!



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