Old Silver Key - November Nights Insomnia

Текст песни

My old lonely house filled with the smell
Of burnt fallen leaves. Sound of passing birds' wings…
Trembling, oldness, twilight…
Candle is fading, books, old photos are in disorder on the floor
Wind is throwing naked black branches into the window
I’ll not fall asleep this night
At the dawn behind a pale veil
I’ll see like in black white mute cinema
Those who are long ago passed