Song | Twilight Dreamer |
Artist | Earth and Fire |
Album | Earth and Fire |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
A sun-tanned shady person | |
is wandering along the shore | |
I think it’s the twilight dreamer | |
who probably knows more | |
The old bearded man is | |
now watching the twilight time | |
A seagull is floating above | |
the sea and gets a fish in time | |
Thousands of faces, | |
they’re laughing at him | |
The crimson ball is gently | |
falling without making a noise | |
The only sounds he hears | |
are the thousands faces’ voice | |
Hear them say: they show us the way | |
There comes Lydia | |
Lydia’s waltzing | |
Dancing Lydia in the crimson ball | |
He longs to his young drowned | |
Lydia who died in a terrible way | |
The thousand faces are laughing, | |
they’ll never tell him the way | |
The tears are burning in his | |
eyes and they’re dropping in his beard | |
They’re twinkling in the twilight time | |
He himself feels quite weird | |
The crimson ball, he’s drowning now | |
There comes Lydia | |
Lydia’s waltzing | |
Dancing Lydia in the crimson ball | |
There comes Lydia | |
Lydia’s waltzing | |
Dying Lydia in the crimson ball | |
The ceremony is over, the crimson | |
ball has gone | |
The twilight dreamer is tired and | |
is also moving on | |
The crimson ball, | |
he’s gone away now |
A suntanned shady person | |
is wandering along the shore | |
I think it' s the twilight dreamer | |
who probably knows more | |
The old bearded man is | |
now watching the twilight time | |
A seagull is floating above | |
the sea and gets a fish in time | |
Thousands of faces, | |
they' re laughing at him | |
The crimson ball is gently | |
falling without making a noise | |
The only sounds he hears | |
are the thousands faces' voice | |
Hear them say: they show us the way | |
There comes Lydia | |
Lydia' s waltzing | |
Dancing Lydia in the crimson ball | |
He longs to his young drowned | |
Lydia who died in a terrible way | |
The thousand faces are laughing, | |
they' ll never tell him the way | |
The tears are burning in his | |
eyes and they' re dropping in his beard | |
They' re twinkling in the twilight time | |
He himself feels quite weird | |
The crimson ball, he' s drowning now | |
There comes Lydia | |
Lydia' s waltzing | |
Dancing Lydia in the crimson ball | |
There comes Lydia | |
Lydia' s waltzing | |
Dying Lydia in the crimson ball | |
The ceremony is over, the crimson | |
ball has gone | |
The twilight dreamer is tired and | |
is also moving on | |
The crimson ball, | |
he' s gone away now |
A suntanned shady person | |
is wandering along the shore | |
I think it' s the twilight dreamer | |
who probably knows more | |
The old bearded man is | |
now watching the twilight time | |
A seagull is floating above | |
the sea and gets a fish in time | |
Thousands of faces, | |
they' re laughing at him | |
The crimson ball is gently | |
falling without making a noise | |
The only sounds he hears | |
are the thousands faces' voice | |
Hear them say: they show us the way | |
There comes Lydia | |
Lydia' s waltzing | |
Dancing Lydia in the crimson ball | |
He longs to his young drowned | |
Lydia who died in a terrible way | |
The thousand faces are laughing, | |
they' ll never tell him the way | |
The tears are burning in his | |
eyes and they' re dropping in his beard | |
They' re twinkling in the twilight time | |
He himself feels quite weird | |
The crimson ball, he' s drowning now | |
There comes Lydia | |
Lydia' s waltzing | |
Dancing Lydia in the crimson ball | |
There comes Lydia | |
Lydia' s waltzing | |
Dying Lydia in the crimson ball | |
The ceremony is over, the crimson | |
ball has gone | |
The twilight dreamer is tired and | |
is also moving on | |
The crimson ball, | |
he' s gone away now |