Текст песни Viktoria Tolstoy - Saga Of Harrison Crabfeathers

Late this night she waits alone
she tries to forget the truth
The pain is intense
her heart is so sore and bruised
Wishing that the sadness had not come
for its claim so soon
one life is so short
so many things left to say

Crying softly for the one
who can not return through the rain
she sees a face laughing in happy play
the face of a child,
the child on a sunny day.