As I draw up my breath,
And silver fills my eyes.
I kiss her still,
For she will never rise.
On my weak body,
Lays her dying hand.
Through those meadows of Heaven,
Where we ran.
Like a thief in the night,
The wind blows so light.
It wars with my tears,
That won't dry for many years.
"Loves golden arrow
At her should have fled,
And not Deaths ebon dart
To strike her dead."
Покуда я еще могу дышать,
И серебро заполняет мои глаза.
Я целую ее все еще,
Поскольку она никогда не поднимется.
На мое слабое теле,
Кладу ее умирающую руку.
Через те луга Небес,
Куда мы бежали.
Как вор в ночи,
Ветер дует так легко.
Это войны с моими слезами,
Которые не высохнут много лет.
"Любви золотая стрела
В нее должна была попасть,
И не Смертельный дротик
Ударить ее замертво."
(by Eva)
AS I Draw Up My Breath,
And Silver Fills My Eyes.
I KISS HER STILL,
For She Will Never Rise.
ON MY WEAK BODY,
Lays Her Dying Hand.
Through Those Meadows of Heaven
Where We Ran.
Like a thief in the night
The Wind Blows SO Light.
IT WARS WARS WARS MY TARS
That Won't Dry For Many Years.
"Loves Golden Arrow
AT HER SHOULD HAVE FLED,
AND NOT DEATHS EBON DART
To Strike Her Dead. "
As long as I can still breathe
And silver fills my eyes.
I kiss it still,
Because it will never rise.
On my weak body
I put her dying hand.
Through those meadows of heaven,
Where we fled.
Like a thief in the night
The wind blows so easily.
These are war with my tears,
Which will not dry for many years.
"Love Golden Arrow
It was supposed to get into it
And not deadly dart
Hit her to death. "
(by Eva)
