Текст и слова песни Shaman's Harvest – Broken Dreams
What's that metronome I hear,
Perhaps the end is drawing near
You never hear the shot that takes you down
Now your dreams a memory, and seems
More true from far away
Just like smoke that fades and makes no sound
Out of time,
So say goodbye
What is yours, now it's mine
And I dream broken dreams, I make them come true
I make them come true
I make them for you
Bad dreams come true, I make them for you
Bad dreams come true, I make them for you
Bad dreams come true, I make them for you
Bad dreams come true, I make them for you
Perhaps the end is drawing near
You never hear the shot that takes you down
Now your dreams a memory, and seems
More true from far away
Just like smoke that fades and makes no sound
Out of time,
So say goodbye
What is yours, now it's mine
And I dream broken dreams, I make them come true
I make them come true
I make them for you
Bad dreams come true, I make them for you
Bad dreams come true, I make them for you
Bad dreams come true, I make them for you
Bad dreams come true, I make them for you
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