Paroles de MAY

Maybe it's the wind The wind of May That screams for us Endlessly Maybe it's the wind The wind of May That cries for us Without a rest And maybe it's the wind The wind of May Calling his children Forever lost Maybe it's the wind The final light... And when your're dying And can't go on For years and years So far from home The last sweet home So far from here When everything dies The nights don't give Their final rest... There's only Sun A hateful Sun