Geneva May - Fragment of a scene Тексты

'Give me, give me! O, tell not me of fear!
Love, give me strength! and strength shall help afford.'

I see, I see
The birds will fly with me
But in no robe I'll find myself a love to be again
So sleep
My friend, poor heart,
No comfort is in you

I see, I see
The birds will fly with me
But in a way that I will seek and see
Your face throughout the stars
My dear, aware of fate we are

Sleep my sweet friend!
Don't scream, don't play hard...