Оригинален текст
Every nearness is so far away
and loses itself in shapeless silence
- a prayer without wings
And we drink the holy wine
and stain winter's serenades
- that sound into the still of a dreaming world
Every nearness is so far away
and loses itself in shapeless silence
- a prayer without wings
And we drink the holy wine
and stain winter's serenades
- that sound into the still of a dreaming world