كلمات The Plain Masks Of Daylight

The night shade A dark colonnade The cypress, then the shore... I sought comfort in the foam The wind heals the pain A pale november rises You know how the days gone by Even night sought shelter Under the plain masks of daylight Bitterness we wait... We ate the fruits of rainy hours As ulysses looking seaward We mocked our innermost abodes We sailed on older seas And reached the bounds of deepest water A wreckage in the rain But the wind heals the pain