Grūti ir rakstīt svešā valodā... zinu, ka viņa nepārprata.
The wind and air is playin' in her hair
And noone sees how beautiful it is
She's standin' high over the sea
Noone sees how she feels the breeze
Her hearth is white and mind is light
Noone can read her dreams tonight
She's singin', dancin' with herself
Noone can cage her she's an elf
She's on the way she's on the moove
Noone can be with her to groove
She's beautiful nothing more to say
She's a sorceress she knows her way. |