Indica - Viimeinen Tanssi текст песни

The last gleam of the sun
Is laid down on the ground
The endless chain of days
Has faced its end

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But the seeing is difficult in here,
Just passed gets its golden border.
Of stems of corn you get to fold the wreath,
Make that a crown and stay there.
There's your kingdom, the land of lakes
That numb valley of nomads.

The book of memories with me,
I travel wondering,
How is the journey of a man
So like a fairytale.

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So the path takes a child to its valley,
Through the bleak scary woods.
So the craggy path takes the child,
Only once he finds to home.

The last gleam of the sun
Is laid down on the ground
It gives in to the rhythm, slowly
Starts the final dance