Luyện nghe bài hát Geist

This is it, all we've for,
and cold to the touch.
They freeze and do burn,
These indications,
Only we could them under control.
You breath an smoke,
don't blow it towards me,
Or hold my hands and tell me I am 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 limbs lifeless tools, darting towards the sun.

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

Thoughts by the wind,
In they drown.

I carried them.
I, though silent, I am brother.

Weaving circles our hearts,
Inaudible as dreams of that eternal language we to.

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