Nightwish

In sleep he sang to me, In dreams he came… that voice which calls to me and speaks my name… And do I dream again? For now I find the Phantom of the Opera is there- inside my mind… Sing once again with me our strange duet… My power over you grows stronger yet… And … Читать далее

While Your Lips Are Still Red (оригинал Nightwish ) Sweet little words made for silence Not talk Young heart for love Not heartache Dark hair for catching the wind Not to veil the sight of a cold world Kiss while your lips are still red While he’s still silent Rest while bosom is still untouched, … Читать далее