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Текст и слова песни Amorphis – Black River

Still searching for my way, the right way to be
still pondering what I"ve done
I"m still thinking what I"ve said, still finding from within
and all that I know is still not enough

I"m being held by the one
shadow tormenting my soul
the curving neck of a swan
the slow turning of a birds head

So white its plumes and feathers
its breast like the moon in water
silent and tranquil it moves
on the river in the calm

I wander back on familiar roads
I sense the marks I left on the hills
I see the cuts and wounds of my deeds
they make me muse on life

Up the hill and the mountain
I look back, I look down
there flows the River of Death
and here the wind in my hair

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