Sana (BG)

I'm looking for you on the streets of dreams,
In the dungeons of green shadows;
I see your trace at the distant hills;
Midnight goes away – you went away for it.

There, where the frantic running hours, 
I saw your light trail;
You dissolved in the shadow of forests,
Turned into the sunlight.

Sana, Sana-ah…

Your father – the lord of miracles,
He taught you to fly and sing;
Your mother – incomer from heaven,
She doesn't know what means death.

Sana, Sana-ah…





"The other woman"
Альбом "Parables by Count Diffuser"
Альбомы Б.Г.
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