Letras:Gathering (The). Souvenirs. Jelena.

My friend
She tipped over
Out of childhood into sadness
She's always shining
But nevertheless
Her beautiful heart is drowned in grief

Sugar horse, lives inside
Like a friend
In need

Far and wide she'll gaze
Upon the flowers bloom
Jaded, her mind in a daze
From the medicine gloom

They leave her with her friend
A force of nature filled with strength

Sugar horse, lives inside
Like a friend
In need

[Anneke van Giersbergen]