Текст песни Тэм Гринхилл - Догорает свеча в руке

Burns a candle in his hand
Dripping wax, burning his hand
I kept waiting for the distance
Black will be your horse
The ringing of horseshoes fly in silence
Like the wings, behind the cloak
You, perhaps, come back to me
And he took me, you say, "Do not cry"

How long have you left me
And he promised to return
But since I did not extinguish fire
I hope you found the way to me
And even if I'm tired of waiting
And my hope is still weaker
Every night I go to meet
I'll have a lot of days.

Gray-eyed king in the cloak
Raven
There is no peace in my soul
Heart I gave to you
You probably forgot me
Why do you need me?
Or maybe it was all
Only a piece of the magic sleep.

Black knight on a black horse
Soft silk light brown hair
My heart is cold fire
The happiness you brought me bitter
As tales of fragile crystal and let I got tired of waiting
And trembling in the wind Candle and my hope is still weaker
Pours from the sky starry steel Every night I go to meet
And the fog lay sorrow. I'll have a lot of days.

Burnt out candle flame
And all the same circle of silence
Even the wind is now silent
I'm on the road alone
I do not come back again today
My king on a black horse
But I'll wait for you again
Though you have forgotten me.