Testo Cradle Of Stone

Autumn's fire is came
Burning on trees with dry voice
Red leafs fall down on (the) ground
I hear the voice of the stone
Of the stone

Water is falling
From a leaden sky Wood tales are learning
Wild spirit of life
Swallows are flying
From that metal sky
Away to the sun

(the) voice of the wind is loud
Hear it on (the) wings of storms
Forest's voice is alone
We sleep into a cradle of stone

Water is falling
From a leaden sky
Wood tales are learning
Wild spirit of life Swallows are flying
From that metal sky
Away to the sun