Luyện nghe bài hát Geist

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

In and uneasy motions,
We let our youth just slip away to a giant urn.
Revived within ourselves in and song,
With limbs like lifeless tools, towards the sun.

I shot the only one we had to guide us home.
Through fog-smoke white, no sky,
Nor dim nor red, an idle painted ship,
Upon a ocean.
glowing again.
I shot the only one we had to guide us home.

Thoughts by the wind,
In they drown.

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

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

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