Lyrics:
It was just before the moon hung
Her weary heavy head in
The gallows and the graves of
The milky milky cradle
His tears have turned to poppies
A shimmer in the midnight
A flower in the twilight
A flower in the twilight
And our screaming
Is in his screaming
Our screaming in the willow
They took him to the gallows
He fought them all the way though
And when they asked us how we knew his name
We died just before him
Our eyes are in the flowers
Our hands are in the branches
Our voices in the breezes
And our screaming
Is in his screaming
Our screaming in the willow tree
We're waiting by the willow
Our milky milky cradle
Our lockets long have rusted
His picture worn and weathered
Our hair is in the garden
The roses in our toeses
Our heart are in the blossoms
Our eyes are in the branches
And our screaming
Is in his screaming
Our screaming in the willow tree
Her weary heavy head in
The gallows and the graves of
The milky milky cradle
His tears have turned to poppies
A shimmer in the midnight
A flower in the twilight
A flower in the twilight
And our screaming
Is in his screaming
Our screaming in the willow
They took him to the gallows
He fought them all the way though
And when they asked us how we knew his name
We died just before him
Our eyes are in the flowers
Our hands are in the branches
Our voices in the breezes
And our screaming
Is in his screaming
Our screaming in the willow tree
We're waiting by the willow
Our milky milky cradle
Our lockets long have rusted
His picture worn and weathered
Our hair is in the garden
The roses in our toeses
Our heart are in the blossoms
Our eyes are in the branches
And our screaming
Is in his screaming
Our screaming in the willow tree
Traducción:
Sucedió justo antes de que la luna colgara
el cansado, pesado odio hacia ella
las horcas y los sepulcros sostienen
la lechosa cuna
sus lágrimas se han convertido en amapolas
un brillo en la medianoche
una flor en el crepúsculo
una flor en el crepúsculo
sus gritos, están en los gritos de el
sus gritos en el sauce
se lo llevaron a la horca
el sin embargo lucho contra ellos
todo el camino
y cuando nos preguntaron como
sabíamos su nombre, fallecimos
justo antes que el.
sus ojos en las flores se encuentran
sus manos en las ramas
su voz en la brisa
sus lágrimas se han convertido en amapolas
un brillo en la medianoche
una flor en el crepúsculo
una flor en el crepúsculo
sus gritos, están en los gritos de el
sus gritos en el sauce
estamos esperando detrás del sauce
su lechosa, lechosa cuna.
su cerradura es larga y usada
la foto desgastada y desagradable
sus cabellos en el jardín
Sus rosas en los dedos de los pies
sus reglas en las flores
sus están entre las ramas
sus lágrimas se han convertido en amapolas
un brillo en la medianoche
una flor en el crepúsculo
una flor en el crepúsculo
sus gritos, están en los gritos de el
sus gritos en el sauce.
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