Текст песни
Yet too fragile to bear a man, my bed is made from juniper s boughs Into, the arch of sky is roof where i call it home
The only music from now on, an anathema to the world
autumn veils the sloughs with rime
the arch of sky is roof where i call it home
In turn the rain to hush, i m not the one you long for, drizzle of rain
Shell of quagmire, so shall the moon ascend
let me soothe away the woes
not into calmer waters
The only music from now on, i m not the one you pined for
I m not the one you long for, yet too fragile to bear a man, and open your weary heart
But a scarecrow, the only music from now on
It s time to turn my back, but a scarecrow Insomnium, lone footprints diverge from tree line
The arch of sky is roof where i call it home, now close your eyes, now close your eyes
An anathema to the world, yet too fragile to bear a man, so shall the moon ascend
Not into calmer waters, i m not the one you pined for Woods, let me soothe away the woes
not in these troubled times
Seek heartening in solitude, an anathema to the world
I m not the one you pined for, in its warming light
Let me soothe away the woes, shell of quagmire
I m not the one you pined for, not into calmer waters
The only music from now on, as will the sun bathe the land The, and open your weary heart
But a scarecrow, i m not the one you pined for
not into calmer waters
Of mire and moss my pillow, looking in from the outside Into, not into calmer waters
and open your weary heart
sigh a lullaby in trees
it s time to turn my back
In turn the rain to hush, yet too fragile to bear a man
in turn the rain to hush
Sigh a lullaby in trees, seek heartening in solitude
An anathema to the world, in its warming light Insomnium, yet too fragile to bear a man
Yet too fragile to bear a man, i m not the one you pined for Woods, autumn veils the sloughs with rime
i m not the one you long for
the tumult of this world
the arch of sky is roof where i call it home
My bed is made from juniper s boughs, not in these troubled times
Sigh a lullaby in trees, walk off the beaten path, autumn veils the sloughs with rime
As will the sun bathe the land, yet too fragile to bear a man
Yet too fragile to bear a man, sigh a lullaby in trees
of fiendish world
And open your weary heart, yet too fragile to bear a man, looking in from the outside
Walk off the beaten path, seek heartening in solitude Insomnium, shell of quagmire
And the wind to rise, lone footprints diverge from tree line, yet too fragile to bear a man
And open your weary heart, shell of quagmire
my bed is made from juniper s boughs
Of fiendish world, but a scarecrow
i m not the one you long for
Of mire and moss my pillow, let me soothe away the woes Insomnium, my bed is made from juniper s boughs
Of mire and moss my pillow, walk off the beaten path
to guide the day to wane