Текст песни Blue Fields (Ghost Voyage) с переводом

Spiralling motions floating on air

Wind blowing gently on my skin

We witness the neverending war

And we are lost in frozen consciousness

Travelling these blue fields of sorrow

I find myself struggling with every step

I can sense the movements of your thoughts

But still blank landscapes are all I can see

I will be the wind on your lips

I will be the river in your shapes

I will be the rain on your hair

And I will be the blade in your heart

Would you guide me through these lands

Show me where to lay my feet

But please, don’t come near

Or we will lose ourselves, perhaps forever

I will be the wind on your lips

I will be the river in your shapes

I will be the rain on your hair

And I will be the blade in your heart

Перевод песни Blue Fields