Golden Hills from MIDNIGHT DRAPE by Midnight Drape

Do not let yourself depart,
Do not forget yourself entirely.
The road is wind,
The road is distant,
But also rough.
Listen to the silence.
Walk slowly.
Walk through the fields of grain,
Remain in the clear nights.
The more one gives,
The more one is loved.
The more one sees,
The less one is expected.
Listen to the emptiness,
Wander among the trees,
Wander through the meadows.
In infinity and in certainty,
Look at the land, look at the sea,
The golden hills.
Listen to the silence.
Walk slowly.
Walk through the fields of grain,
fields of grain
and
Breathe deeply,
Breathe in rhythm.
With gentle steps,
With profound feelings.
Give wings to the dream,
Place the winged staff,
And loosen that knot.
In the end, stay close to me,
I am not so alone.

Listen to the silence.
Walk slowly.
Walk through the fields of grain,
the fields of grain...

• Rock
• Spoken Word
• alternativa
• dark
• post-punk
• Portugal