The memories that now rests in this forest Forever shadowing the sunrise of my heart Wings leave their nest at my coming Swaying away unto the cold glowing sky Dreaming away for a while My spirit ...

The memories that now rests in this forest Forever shadowing the sunrise of my heart Wings leave their nest at my coming Swaying away unto the cold glowing sky Dreaming away for a while My spirit...

t now rests in this forest...adowing the sunrise of my heart...The forest of October...The web of time...Like the sights of magic

t now rests in this forest...adowing the sunrise of my heart...The forest of October...The web of time...Like the sights of magic

It's the turning of the leaves...Kings and queens of all we saw and now ... leaves between the forest and the trees from ...This last October...Feel the warmth of summer, it's waitin... October, this last October

Burned to October brown ...A vale of tears to earth ...A fairytale forest lies one ...A sea of midnight blue

Most of our planes were des...y evening the sound of the gunfire was mil...r backs to the town of Orel ...stands at the crest of the hill ...r the rains, oceans of mud filled the road...Gluing the tracks of their tanks to the ...In the footsteps of Napoleon the shadow...ck before the gates of Moscow, standing in...are stirring in the forest ...rough the blackness of the night ...ng sings in a voice of amber, the dawn is ...The flames of the Tigers are ligh...The eyes of the city are openin...Now it's the end of the dream ...ten to the clicking of the train-wheels as...And now they ask me of the time that I was...deep into the heart of holy Russia ...And the pale sun of October whispers the snow w

Most of our planes were des...y evening the sound of the gunfire was mil...r backs to the town of Orel...stands at the crest of the hill...r the rains, oceans of mud filled the road...Gluing the tracks of their tanks to the ...In the footsteps of Napoleon the shadow...ck before the gates of Moscow, ...are stirring in the forest...rough the blackness of the night ...ng sings in a voice of amber, the dawn is ...The flames of the Tigers are ligh...The eyes of the city are opening now it's the end of the dream...ten to the clicking of the train wheels as...And now they ask me of the time ...deep into the heart of holy Russia...And the pale sun of October whispers the snow w

's the first breath of springtime*...Under October skies...In the Forest of Angels that's where