Leading life; so strong, so proud
Risen humble; values avowed
Time has no essence, no more tears to shed
Since that December, we feel so misled
Fly high, touch the stars;
No fools, no insane
Pass the door of afterlife
Can't see the rainbow, can't stop the tears
We're left alone reminiscing those years
Voices of north winds, yet heard, but don't speak
The isle of shadows; so strange, so mystique
♪
Clouds fill the sky, colors turn gray
Sun turned so dark; faded away
North winds are blowing so strong and so cold
Even though whispers are words made of gold
Fly high, touch the stars;
Now nothing's the same
Pass the door of afterlife
Can't see the rainbow, can't stop the tears
We're left alone reminiscing those years
Voices of north winds, yet heard, but don't speak
The isle of shadows; so strange, so mystique
♪
Born in an island of marble and stone
Raised through dark times, never alone
Moved in life so proud, kept your head high
Troubles and problems did not pass you by
Shades and shadows, a morning of fear
On December 12 you came so serene
♪
Now that you're gone
I stand alone
Waiting
Whispers of love
Floating above
Sailing
You're far away
What is my way?
Mother
Moving in life
Feels like a knife
Cut me from this pain
♪
Can't see the rainbow, can't stop the tears
We're left alone reminiscing those years
Voices of north winds, yet heard, but don't speak
The isle of shadows; so strange, so mystique
(Tell me that it isn't right, like a darkness in a light
And the rhythms I appeal do not show the way I feel
And if you just try to find they will lead you to the blind
And as for the king of dreams now he listens to my screams)
♪
"It is pleasant, indeed, while the summer lasts
With the mild pheasants' song...
But now I feel the northern wind's blast
Its severe weather strong
Alas! Alas! This night seems so long!
And I, because of my momentous wrong
Now grieve, mourn and fast."
– Anonymous Old English Lyric, circa early 13th century AD