Lysa Hora Reverie

[Verse 1] On Lysa Hora, the night's bonfire fades, And autumn leaves on Lysa Hora burn away, But I've forgotten where Lysa Hora lays, And doubt if it would recognize me today. Mid-October, the time of your evenings, Your distrust, disbelief, and the autumn breeze. Half of life is now lost, forgotten things, Sins, sorrows, and joys, all memories. [Chorus] In the middle of October, your thin-throated partings, And I no longer know, I no longer know, If I'm dead or alive, or dying while living, For all around me has rung out, faded, and let go. Your longing palms still hold a scent so dear, And bitter lips, salty, still linger near, Lysa Hora flies by, like a startled bird's fear, And doves coo loudly, like blood in aortas, severe. [Bridge] The past and present intertwine, Memories and moments, yours and mine, On Lysa Hora, where our lives align, In the fading bonfire's final shine. [Outro] On Lysa Hora, the night's bonfire fades, And autumn leaves on Lysa Hora burn away.