KARUNESH - Sounds of the heart Nightingale Records - 1987 - Sounds Of The Heart Green earth has been delivered to everything yellow, gold, crops, clods, leaves, grain, but when autumn rises you're the one I see, your hair is for me which distributes the pins. Among the heroes step newly decorated for land and gunpowder and behind them, silent, with your small steps, are or are not? Yesterday, when I took root, to see, the old dwarf tree, I saw you out mirándorne from the tortured and thirsty roots. And when sleep comes to dwell and take to my own silence there is a large white wind that knocks my dream fall and leaves it, fall like knives about me bleeding to death. And every wound has the shape of your mouth. Website Official KARUNESH http://www.karuneshmusic.com/
