Hinc Illa Lacrimae
by T. J. Shemaly |
here comes the wind of the south carrying those moments away thus cry, cry and cry, it shall go far wherever you're not to stay and when your head is down and your heart just blackened here comes the smile of a child when happiness seems scattered Raise up and feel the round of fortune wheel how hard, made of steel and by night... in peace you shall go to sleep maybe the sadness overall may be printed on the sand or it is just the mind so tired of a restless soul roving on land just then and only then that time you, my sweet child may come for this here my shoulders will be and a share of these tears will have some Raise up and feel the round of fortune wheel how hard, made of steel and by night... in peace you shall go to sleep and when it is the time that may to you hinc illa lacrimae shall I say feel safe in this tiny heart's gulf and bay be sure in this life there is many a way these my words to you, then down I shall lay and no more then, hinc illa lacrimae Raise up and feel the round of fortune wheel how hard, made of steel and by night... in peace you shall go to sleep... |