Samovar کے بول

When you were the Santorin you were once worshipped as a fireking south of Naxos, shaped by scirocco heat far above surfacing the Sea of Crete your feet long gone hallow the cone volcano down to the stones i was born to sail the Cyclades marble islands, starlight sang like an Aegean breeze i was drawn by the myth of your monolith like a perfect face is drawn by the scar and was caught in the pour from a blast in the core like a super-heated samovar that's all you are long gone hollow the cone volcano down to the stones its shadow stealing the sun long live the tears see how they run so long as the memory burns you should know i'll never return you shadowed places to run for so many years stealing the sun bring back the sun bring back the sun bring back the sun bring back the sun!