Luyện nghe bài hát The Torment In Blind Eyes

Perhaps the wind itself from old myth the dust away,
In a sleep of a beauty caused the fear.
Ah worried, worried is mother,
So worried, that even the takes a pity on him.

I saw the meadow of faces,
Faces full of smile.
Their lived for the joy
And the death was dream.
But the grief dimmed my by blood
And the time blew the day.
And I for beauty,
Now in recollections only.

Bitter is the joy of other.
Innocence of eyes of brother
Starkles in trap of envy,
Which treacherous rose
the white palm,
So as under the of sweet smell
Sees the fright of
In his eyes.

And the death swan's neck
toward the end of his life.

Vindictive, but full of
Is of mother,
Which by of dearest
Is drowning in of grief.
Crowning by nostalgia,
Helplessly seeks in the of death
The forgiveness, but it was her
To be further.

the envy wakes up the pain
And the is betrothed with baseness,
Then by sorrow mourns the death
And the life with the joy.

I saw the full of faces,
Faces full of smile.
Their eyes for the joy
And the death was dream.
But the grief dimmed my eyes by
And the time the horrifying day.
And I for beauty,
Now in recollections only.