Текст песни: Ghost of the Crescent Moon + перевод

The moon looks to the ocean

The ocean looks to the sand

On a dune sits a woman

With five roses in hand

And she plucks every color

And she counts every thorn

And she cries out to starlight

With every passing storm

Won’t someone save me

I’ve been waiting here for so long

Please take these tears carefully

And write my name across your shores

Castaways at daybreak

Floating on separate scores

A withered rose won’t save them

A candle burned out long ago

Won’t someone save me

I’ve been waiting here for so long

Please take these tears carefully

And write my name across your shores

Nothing matters now,

Take this summer rain

And wash your heart

Magic tiresome place

Where you put all your fears

Have locked their doors

The moon looks to the ocean

The ocean looks to the sand

On a dune sits a woman

With five roses in hand

Nothing matters now,

Take this summer rain

And wash your heart

Magic tiresome place

Where you put all your fears

Have locked their doors

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