Zafira – Mournful Ever – Sözleri
A tired heaven dying
Its clouds fall staining beautiful
The shade sets in her garden
Winter gardens around me
Without pity…
Winter, desolation, silent of dead
Waters are flowing, a flood
And joyful was devoured
Today heaven is your absence
That farewell to persist
And our recalls are clinging on me
With an oblivion
You went away
For aye
