Apples of Silver and Gold
Night comes around in her radiant dress. See the man with the golden apples, she says. He stole them from me and he ran away, cities burning behind him, bright as the day. Prophecies...
Етикети: ballad
The Ones We Are Leaving Behind
The Ones We Are Leaving Behind by plamensivov Oh blessed are the ones who are leaving behind the strong and the weak, oh, the mean and the kind; All the wandering ways of that...
Lover’s Ghost
Тази вечер в брат ми записахме с голямо удоволствие една ста-а-ра ирландска песен, Lover’s Ghost, сиреч, “духът на любимата”. Записът стана бързо и лесно благодарение на Zoom H4 recorder, втората китара Stagg, на която...
