| When I will be no more I will leave my address with the storm Storm that brings destruction along Storm that scared the blue bird and made the mariners lose their way in the deep sea When I will be no more I will leave my address with the cloud Dark grey clouds that on a journey to eternity The cloud that never speaks to anyone but moves on… never cares to stop When I will be no more I will leave my address with the boat man Grand old man whose sad tones even sadden the sea Rowing the boat with white hairs flying in the strong wind And you may find me when … Storm that kills also brought along the seeds for a fresh new life And when the dark cloud opens its window for the golden sunrise The sad tunes of the boatman soothes the hearts that lost everything And you may find me when there is still hope…… |
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