Текст песни
i don t know
This song will never end, in the fields of progeny Fields, old melody that i tried to learn
it was here long ago and continues to grow
And when is the future you ask, is it under the frost, is it locked in the ice
In the fields of progeny, but it s under the snow i suppose, familiar rings
And when is the future you ask, and when is the future you ask Progeny, when i gave myself over to it
I can hardly hear the heart beating, in the fields of progeny, and where is the memory
Then each fiddler that played is another that stayed, prattle on strings
It was here long ago and continues to grow, then each fiddler that played is another that stayed
but it s under the snow i suppose
But it s under the snow i suppose, i can hardly hear the heart beating
And where is the memory, where is the language that i used to know
and he s still up here somewhere i think
I don t know, prattle on strings, in the fields of progeny
familiar rings
prattle on strings
Learned every step and my efforts were met, where is the culture you ask Lake, i can hardly hear the heart beating
Is it locked in the ice, i don t know, prattle on strings
and i hear the old voices singing
and where is the history
Then each fiddler that played is another that stayed, learned every step and my efforts were met
old melody that i tried to learn
Learned every step and my efforts were met, when it rang and it told and it sang Fields, learned every step and my efforts were met
Familiar rings, this song will never end
when it rang and it told and it sang
if the line is a chain past today
And when is the future you ask, to turn himself into the link, this song will never end
in the fields of progeny
In the fields of progeny, prattle on strings Of, is it locked in the ice
And i hear the old voices singing, prattle on strings Fields, where is the culture you ask
Is it under the frost, and i hear the old voices singing
I don t know, is it under the frost Lake, where is the language that i used to know
and i hear the old voices singing
Old melody that i tried to learn, where is the language that i used to know, i can hardly hear the heart beating
It was here long ago and continues to grow, but it s under the snow i suppose, when it rang and it told and it sang
this song will never end