Текст песни Song of the Human Heart - Ramin

The party's begun,
But your heart is on mine tonight,
The music it won't sing to you,
The thoughts won't leave your mind.
But there is a sound, a sound somewhere singing,
There it's in the willows, there it's where the wind blows,
On the river, in the open.
It sings of all we are, in the song of the human heart.

The dark unfolds and buries you over,
Buries your sorrow within its arms.
A song of the hopeless, with no rest tomorrow.
All they know is, something's gone.

Yes there is a sound, a sound somewhere singing,
There it's in the willows, there it's where the wind blows,
On the river, in the open.
It sings of all we are, in the song of the human heart.

The dark that blows through, won't stop holding,
Hoards of the soulless, an endless throng.
A song in motion, with no rest to follow,
All they know is, harvest done.

And frost of the moon tonight, hardly a star.
And just half a moon tonight, harvest done.

The dark unfolds and buries you over,
Buries your sorrow, within its arms.
A song of the hopeless, with no rest tomorrow.
All they know is, harvest done.

Frost on the moon tonight, hardly a star.
Just half a moon tonight, harvest done.
Frost on the moon tonight, hardly a star.
Just half a moon tonight, harvest done.
...harvest done.