Текст песни Burnt Letters (Old Silver Key) с переводом

Behind your window the town is falling asleep

My path is crowned with stars in a pre-dawn sky…

Your room is flooded with spring morning sunlight

My steps are hidden by December snowstorm

With an old white feather, drowned in raindrops

I write you letters on October leaves

The winds will retell them to you in dreams

And spring will weave into your hair the song of May

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