Текст песни Orchard (Indian Summer) с переводом

Slow trundle

Eyes bound to forever, sunrise collected

Taken

Under sown collection

Of mirrors past, seeing from sleeping

Sleeing from sleeping the joys of the newfound wing

Pulling hearts and soiled

Wormlike drudging

In movements pictures

Heavy tenfold

Of an iron brigde

That will not burn

9 ft of solid mud

Holding and stealing

The movement of beams

Yearnings of swaying

Forgotten as once more

I crawl your surface

For loss i am guilty

For this i am sorry

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