Yellow quince...
pora doru
symphonic with intense Blues influences
with expressive and soulful guitar solos Songs that ease pain
longing and loneliness with intense ending
Créé le déc. 2, 2025
Paroles
Sweet, yellow light
As I was a child.
My mother put a quince
That ripens slowly by the window...
I would bite it, but it hurts,
A kind of longing seizes me...
And now that the year passes
I feel like I'm getting older.
My mother had no baubles,
No tinsel or star...
She decorated the winter holidays
With quince...
My mother put a quince
By the window facing the road...
And I see it shining,
I don't have the strength to consume it.
Yellow quince...
Bittersweet...
Lamp by the window
Our whole life!
Lamp by the window
Our whole winter!
As I was a child.
My mother put a quince
That ripens slowly by the window...
I would bite it, but it hurts,
A kind of longing seizes me...
And now that the year passes
I feel like I'm getting older.
My mother had no baubles,
No tinsel or star...
She decorated the winter holidays
With quince...
My mother put a quince
By the window facing the road...
And I see it shining,
I don't have the strength to consume it.
Yellow quince...
Bittersweet...
Lamp by the window
Our whole life!
Lamp by the window
Our whole winter!