No We Have Never Been Here And We'll Never Be Gone I Saw Your Voice Rise Up And Cut Into The Heart Of The Sun I Kissed The Lips Of A Girl She Took Her
(Gira, Jarboe, Kizys) In my garden Things grow in my garden Things will grow Then they die Then they fall away Then they're gone In my garden In my garden
Traducere: Nocturnal Rites. Lebede în Moor.
In my garden Things grow in my garden Things will grow Then they die Then they fall away Then they're gone In my garden In my garden We'll never grow
