Amorphis Elegy текст песни, слова песни Elegy Amorphis
Amorphis - Elegy
Long evening full of longing
Low-spirited my mornings
Full of longing to my nights
And all times the bitterest
This my lovely I long for
It is my darling I miss
My black-browed one I grieve for
Beneath the grass my treasure
Under the sand my sweet one
There's no hearing my treasure
No seeing my marten-breast
No hearing her in the lane
Driving below the window
Chopping the wood by the stack
Clinking outside the cook-house:
In the earth my berry lies
In the soil she's mouldering
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