Luyện nghe bài hát The Torment In Blind Eyes

Perhaps the wind itself old myth sweped the dust away,
In a sleep of a beauty caused the fear.
Ah worried, is Balde's mother,
So worried, that even the death a pity on him.

I saw the full of faces,
full of child's smile.
Their lived for the joy
And the was only dream.
But the dimmed my eyes 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 cruel of envy,
Which like treacherous
the white palm,
So as the veil of sweet smell
Sees the of pain
In his eyes.

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

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

When the envy wakes up the
And the innocence is with baseness,
Then by sorrow mourns even the
And the life with the joy.

I saw the meadow of faces,
full of child's 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 mourn only.