The Wild Cry

(альбом: Macalla - 1985)

Still in time and time to say
I don't believe my eyes
Is this the place I love to hate?
Can I explain the altered state
Of the waiting moon?
Waiting moon

And the wild cry out
Their cries are found in me
And the wild cry out
Their cries are found in me

Stayed up stripped at your command
A silhouette against sky
I see the changing of the faces
I've seen, betrayed as one gets free
Of the waiting moon
Waiting moon

And the wild cry out
Their cries are found in me
And the wild cry out
Their cries are found in me

And the wild cry out
Their cries are found in me
And the wild cry out
Their cries are found in me

Set my sights on the day
When I'll have you here by my side
And for me to share a thousand dreams with you
So far removed the days
In that waiting moon
Waiting moon

And the wild cry out
Their cries are found in me
And the wild cry out
Their cries are found in me