Legends Of Minstrels

Lendas dos Trovadores

Legends Of Minstrels

Eram as lendas dos trovadoresThey were the legends of minstrels
Que viviam na brisa do ventoThat were the living inthe wathering of the wind
Eram as vozes das montanhas da morteThey were the voices of death mountains
Que ecoavam nas encostasThat were echoed on the slopes
Eram o vento trazendo almas fazendoThey were the wind bringing souls making
Entre as rosas negras lançadas por lamentosAmong the black roses throwing by laments
Na última lua cheia, os pássaros batiam as asas rumo à imortalidadeLast fullmoon birds were flapping to immortality
Não foi o último vinho da culpa que fechou a porta do céuIt was not the last culpa wine that shut the heaven door
Com o primeiro sinal do outono, a natureza se iluminou olhando para a terra e com tristezaWith the first sign of fall nature was brightened up looking earth and with sorrow
O céu se lavava com a lua cheia enquanto a escuridão caía.Sky was washing up with fullmoon as the darkness has fallen down