Idioma Origen:
A path
in you and me
like in a dream
trapping you
sweetly hurting
like a stake in your heart
I see your tears turn to ice
a storm of a thousand diamonds
it?s your cristallised soul
white magic, enchanting
mysteries? tell me
(a secret? in a kiss)
I see my hands so pale
waiting your caress
one night your wings
white magic will follow me
sweet dreams, sweet end.
Idioma Destino:
A path
in you and me
like in a dream
trapping you
sweetly hurting
like a stake in your heart
I see your tears turn to ice
a storm of a thousand diamonds
it?s your cristallised soul
white magic, enchanting
mysteries? tell me
(a secret? in a kiss)
I see my hands so pale
waiting your caress
one night your wings
white magic will follow me
sweet dreams, sweet end.