I buried your heart at my wounded knee

                                                             (Foto: Olia Pishchanska)




The innocence
Of my craving led me
To these paths with ice above
Crystal clear mirrors
Capturing the portrait of a single dream

My waiting on a bed of joy
And moon-struck hopes

You're praised by another's arms
And we're moving fogward
Where all the apples are truth
And our bond is woven by
Some lying stars

So there's nothing to caress
Nothing to tighten
But a handful of snow
And I'll spread it over
The wooden doors from
Beyond the winter of man

And I shall see thee
Under the bells of destiny
Echoing my many prayers
Cause I buried your heart
At my wounded knee

Thus I'll follow a path of pines
With my desire above
Which is never waning moon. 

Legg di hand i mi hand

Jeg er tåke.