Blackmores Night - Windmills | Текст Иностранной Песни
Far from the worn path of reason Further away from the sane He battles his shadows and demons Fighting to light the way And the dust and the dirt cloud his vision
Blackmores Night - Guilded Cage | Текст Иностранной Песни
I walk alone, the night wears a shadow Painted in silver, painted in gold The moment ends in silence, then the moment grows old And when she smiles, a thousand dreams
Blackmores Night - Beyond The Sunset | Текст Иностранной Песни
Wish you were here wish you were here me oh my contry man wish you were here i wish you were here don't you know the snow is getting colder and i miss
Blackmores Night - Writing On The Wall | Текст Иностранной Песни
Is it power of intuition? Is it insecurity? You know I can read your mind and You have been deceiving me... Which face wears the masque this evening? When will your
Blackmores Night - Christmas Eve | Текст Иностранной Песни
Say goodbye to November She must be on her way The cold winds of December Look like they're here to stay Me, I'll just count the snowflakes As they start to
Blackmores Night - Catherine Howard's Fate | Текст Иностранной Песни
Oh, to my dearest ruler and lord Merciful husband Nobelest of king... Your heart of gold has long since tarnished In my champer What will the morning bring? What
Blackmores Night - Spirit Of The Sea | Текст Иностранной Песни
I took a walk along the shore To clear my mind about the day I saw a man, I'd seen before As I approached, he slipped away I knew his face from years ago His
Blackmores Night - Storm | Текст Иностранной Песни
A timeless and forgotten place The moon and sun in endless chase Each in quiet surrender While the other reigns the sky The midnight hour begins to laugh A summer
Blackmores Night - Greensleeves | Текст Иностранной Песни
Alas my love, you do me wrong To cast me out discourteously And I have loved you for so long Delighting in your company Greensleeves was all my joy Greensleeves
Blackmores Night - Streets Of London | Текст Иностранной Песни
Have you seen the old man In the closed-down market Kicking up the paper, with his worn out shoes? In his eyes you see no pride Hand held loosely at his side