كلمات Stenian

At this time of the year The skies are mostly grey and overcast A steady wind blows relentlessly and time is passing by so fast Let the rain purge the land Wash it all away The days are getting shorter A long white foamy band: my solitary vessel plows through the turbid green water Looming large, in the distance: snow topped mountains are drifting by The whole scenery immersed In a surreal yellow late-afternoon light I've been here before I know this scene There are jellyfish in the foam And then it all came back to me... How the wind played his gentle game Nebulized and beguiled me With your wisps sweet with lemon And the bruisers on your chin Spoke the truth About our everything And spared you a sermon... I've been here before I know this scene And the waning northern summer light Reflecting in the freckle of your right eye The setting sun's last desperate rays Illuminating this tragic story's grade