The heritage of heart is Harfe
That hinter meines Herzens harrt
Apart
The Spaces, mirrors, towns, hearts
It starts
To mix the languages for give
The life to grass that broke through from past
At last
For being not, for existence, for live
On pages of the strangest story
And More
Of sadness breaks the Harp
and crying she starts
Of impossible overcome distance
That hinter meines Herzens harrt
Apart
The Spaces, mirrors, towns, hearts
It starts
To mix the languages for give
The life to grass that broke through from past
At last
For being not, for existence, for live
On pages of the strangest story
And More
Of sadness breaks the Harp
and crying she starts
Of impossible overcome distance