Story At Three — текст песни (A.F.I.)

Again and again they blend into one,

my father the morning pushes through moonlight love.

So what`s sleep? Sleep.

I`m tired, so tired, but it seems that there`s someone here with me.

We are the wakeful, wry, watchful.

We`re awaiting.

Deathless ones.

A story at three with the shrillest of cries.

My mind fights with the sparkles in the corner of my eyes.

I hear the morning choir sing to me their elegy.

So beautiful.

They sing to me their elegy. Requiem.