Silver of my Lord (BG)
I'm wounded by a light arrow,
They won't cure me.
I'm wounded in the heart –
What me to want else?
As if the night is gentle,
As if there is still a way,
Old straight way of our love;
And all the time we are silent,
All the time we consider, and we wait;
All the time we sing about ourselves,
But as if something is not so,
As if, the colors are faded,
Silver of my Lord, Silver of Lord,
Really I know the words to say about you?
Silver of my Lord, Silver of Lord –
Is higher of stars, higher of words, in level with our yearning.
As a village blacksmith,
I'll go out before dark.
Behind me will not go away no one.
And maybe I was blind,
And maybe it's not so,
But I know what awaits before the very end of the way;
Silver of my Lord, Silver of Lord,
Really I know the words to say about you?
Silver of my Lord, Silver of Lord –
Is higher of stars, higher of words, in level with our yearning.
I'm wounded by a light arrow,
They won't cure me.
I'm wounded in the heart –
What me to want else?
As if the night is gentle,
As if there is still a way,
Old straight way of our love;
And all the time we are silent,
All the time we consider, and we wait;
All the time we sing about ourselves,
But as if something is not so,
As if, the colors are faded,
Silver of my Lord, Silver of Lord,
Really I know the words to say about you?
Silver of my Lord, Silver of Lord –
Is higher of stars, higher of words, in level with our yearning.
As a village blacksmith,
I'll go out before dark.
Behind me will not go away no one.
And maybe I was blind,
And maybe it's not so,
But I know what awaits before the very end of the way;
Silver of my Lord, Silver of Lord,
Really I know the words to say about you?
Silver of my Lord, Silver of Lord –
Is higher of stars, higher of words, in level with our yearning.