Song Lyrics

Before and after the wine
No one hopes.
It isn’t too bad to feel
The same with your ghosts.

We are the same souls here

And this ain’t gonna dry
Love in conservative way
Is gonna die.
More times, summertime
Summertime again
Before and after the wine
No one holds
It isn’t too bad to feel
The same with your foes.

We are the saints soul here
Who carried on a wave
We are not afraid
To stop to run
Like angels in rage.
On long years,
This light, dawn,
In the grand feel
It wont, to let you fly.
On long years, I hide
Dawn in the ground
Years on an island
Long these eyes.