Luyện nghe bài hát Geist

This is it, all we've for,
and cold to the touch.
They and they do burn,
silent indications,
Only we could them under control.
You an ordained smoke,
Please don't blow it me,
Or my hands and tell me I am worthy of something withstanding.

In short and motions,
We let our youth slip away to fill a giant urn.
within ourselves in symphony and song,
With like lifeless tools, darting towards the sun.

I shot dead the only one we had to us home.
Through white, no starlit sky,
Nor dim nor red, just an idle ship,
a painted ocean.
We're again.
I dead the only one we had to guide us home.

unhelped by the wind,
In they drown.

I have them.
I, silent, I am your brother.

Weaving around our hearts,
as dreams of that eternal language we commit to.

This is it, all we've for,
and cold to the touch.
And everything we has tied us unto this earth,
shining bold,
And I am brother.