Testo di The Gates Of The Green

In my mind's eyes I see the path To the gates of child's land Fluffy moss under my feet My hair talking with the wind Drops of rain which have just fallen down Like the pearls on cobweb's cover I ask who we are The candle lights Waiting for unquiet wind A crooked mirror of space A handful of ash which wants to Become the diamond Although the Time is mocking at us so openly He is laughing at us Setting its face against us We are not able To rule over the current of his stream In my mind's eyes I see the trees Which are trying to touch the sky With their whispering arms Old tales are being told by the bird Just opening the arms is enough To be soared up by the wind Although the Time is mocking at us so openly He is laughing at us Setting its face against us We are not able To rule over the current of his stream The Nature answers We are what we believe