Texty:
Ayla

The wind blows through a broken window Bringing the leaves of autumn inside As I'm sitting here trying to catch a thought And try somehow not to cry

The wind blows through a broken window Bringing the leaves of autumn inside As I'm sitting here trying to catch a thought And try somehow not to cry

Pale and ghost-like, the mist floats Away from the stream, that through night and day When I dream Pours forth to the desolate darkness it's song ...

The wind blows through a broken window Bringing the leaves of autumn inside As I'm sitting here trying to catch a thought And try somehow not to cry