Tree Of The Fate letra

My great fear from where it comes?
And where it goes out,I don't know.

It's look like sand in a bosom.
It's look like burning hair.

My great fear from where it comes
And where it goes out,I don't know.

May be the north wind brings
it with itself
And maybe I'm a tree
And maybe I'm fate,I'm fate.

It's look like sand in a bosom.
It's look like burning hair.

Maybe I drink it with water
running from my vein.
And maybe I'm a tree
And maybe I'm fate,I'm fate

V.I.P.S. - Letras

• Children With Depth Like Sky / Tendences
• Endless Line
• Frankness Of The Pressthroated Person, Who Stays On The Stairs At 5 P.M.
• Fucking Anarhist's Song
• I Sing What I See
• Touch It With Your Hands
• Traditions Of The World
• Tree Of The Fate