This beautiful day has reminded me on feelings which I felt for all my life but secretly. It seemed like The Heaven has gone to my heart...and I think that the same thing I felt long ago when my heart was pure and innocent, heart of a child. One final sigh for the times which I have forgotten but loved. Once my heart beat to the rhythm of falling snow, rhythm of childish life. Now the river blackened below flows trough the mountain virgin snow. It is not anymore sparkling... It is a contrast to idyllic snow of childish dreams and innocence.
For the heart I'll nevermore have,
For the child in me, forever gone,
Music which I play goes, like river through mountain virgin snow flows
but it longs
for the childish heart I once had.
Today, I carry all the weight of life. My heart is faded and old. The heart of the child is torn and forlorn, weak but still hoping that child will never die within me. Hoping that the same old nights of dreaming awake near window will come again, everything what have I dreamed about and what I could ever be, I will one day fulfill.
Time will never heal the wounds which world has ridged on me. The scars are too deep... Time will only kill all the beauty which childish heart cares.
For the heart I'll nevermore have,
For the child in me, forever gone,
Music which I play goes, like river through mountain virgin snow flows
because it longs
for the childish heart I once had...
This beautiful day has reminded me on feelings which I felt for all my life but secretly. It seemed like The Heaven has gone to my heart...and I think that the same thing I felt long ago when my heart was pure and innocent, heart of a child. One final sigh for the times which I have forgotten but loved. Once my heart beat to the rhythm of falling snow, rhythm of childish life. Now the river blackened below flows trough the mountain virgin snow. It is not anymore sparkling... It is a contrast to idyllic snow of childish dreams and innocence. For the heart I'll nevermore have, For the child in me, forever gone, Music which I play goes, like river through mountain virgin snow flows but it longs for the childish heart I once had. Today, I carry all the weight of life. My heart is faded and old. The heart of the child is torn and forlorn, weak but still hoping that child will never die within me. Hoping that the same old nights of dreaming awake near window will come again, everything what have I dreamed about and what I could ever be, I will one day fulfill. Time will never heal the wounds which world has ridged on me. The scars are too deep... Time will only kill all the beauty which childish heart cares.
For the heart I'll nevermore have, For the child in me, forever gone, Music which I play goes, like river through mountain virgin snow flows because it longs for the childish heart I once had...