Текст песни Spiritual Seasons - The Lake

& Quot; The Lake & quot;

(Edgar Allan Poe)

In youth's spring, it was my lot
To haunt of the wide earth a spot
The which I could not love the less;
So lovely was the loneliness
Of a wild lake, with black rock bound.
And the tall pines that tower'd around.

But when the night had thrown her pall
Upon that spot - as upon all,
And the mystic wind me by
Memories in melody,
Then ah! Then I would awake
To the terror of the lone lake.

Lake

In the early days of my youth fell to me
Often happens in a remote village of the same,
I could not help but love.
So great was the loneliness
Wild lake among the black rocks,
And all around him stood tall trees.

But when the night is sketched its cover
Everything in this place,
And the wind blew me
In this quiet melodies
In my young soul awakening
Fear of a lonely lake.
In my young soul awakening
Fear of a lonely lake.