Текст песни A Song to Lana - Teresa Baleri

Tell me
Queen of the dark
How you make the night
So bright and appealing

Tell me
Daughter of your art
How you heal someone′s heart
Without even touching it

Orchestra director
You play out and loud
My most untuned feelings
The poetry of my scars
The trumpets blow tears
The violins play fears
With glamour and style
Till' you make me feel′em

Tell me
Composer of ride
How you make us fly
If God forgot our wings in the sky

Tell me
Cherry blossom flower
How you sweeten bitter
Till' it tastes sublime

Orchestra director
You play out and loud
My most untuned feelings
The poetry of my scars
The trumpets blow tears
The violins play fears
With glamour and style
Till' you make me feel′em

And back and back again
The black hole of my mind
Swallowed my constellations
Dawn of my life
Resurrection
After marrying your words
I′ll sing until I find you
I owe you my world
I owe you my world
I owe you... my world