Anaximandala
Autor
The night must find its end when morning light
appears. The day awakes and sunshine fills the sky
with fire. In the dawn she has to die,
the world of dreams and fantasy, the night.
She's burning in the morning glow, so bright.
The rise of sunshine leaves alone and shy
the shadowdance of magic dreams ... goodbye ...
I'm holding back my tears, but lose the fight.
On the horizon, in a burning fire
begins the judgement and the clouds are crying.
The sunshine is expressing the desire
to sentence her to death. The wind is sighing.
And at the glowing sky, there is a dire,
the sunlight rises and the night is dying
appears. The day awakes and sunshine fills the sky
with fire. In the dawn she has to die,
the world of dreams and fantasy, the night.
She's burning in the morning glow, so bright.
The rise of sunshine leaves alone and shy
the shadowdance of magic dreams ... goodbye ...
I'm holding back my tears, but lose the fight.
On the horizon, in a burning fire
begins the judgement and the clouds are crying.
The sunshine is expressing the desire
to sentence her to death. The wind is sighing.
And at the glowing sky, there is a dire,
the sunlight rises and the night is dying