ADIEU
Let's make music in the rhythm of the winds...
For sadness has now become the lyrics of the lady on a swing.
I couldn't speak, when I learned the truth about your peak,
for whom am I not to trust on the seat?
The royalty that awaits it's loyalty knows no amnesty in its diversity;
Peace be still as I no more in me believe,
But what's the grace revealed in its envy?...
For sadness has now become the lyrics of the lady on a swing.
I couldn't speak, when I learned the truth about your peak,
for whom am I not to trust on the seat?
The royalty that awaits it's loyalty knows no amnesty in its diversity;
Peace be still as I no more in me believe,
But what's the grace revealed in its envy?...