🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Last Drop Of The Waterfall - At The Lake

 Last Drop Of  Waterfall
 
 By the  the first drop fell,
 The  one was already glowing in his eyes...
 To survive it  to fall. To prevail he couldn't let it be...
 
 The journey was long, but it seems  be shorter when you can't see the end.
 With closed eyes one can go far when  doesn't know where to go.
 It is easier when one believes that the Moon will  lose the way
 And one will be  enough to hold the oath.
 He is closing his eyes and turning  not to see
 That the face of his home doesn't  to him anymore.
 Wise, old trees sough bidding him  He walks his path.
 The voices of the forest sound like whispers of  daughter,
 Who he had 
 
 The face of  is bidding him farewell
 Voices  he had lost...
 Closed eyes of  beloved home
 Can't touch this holy 
 
 One of those voices  surely the voice of a little ghost
 Which rakes with the  it's father's hair aside.
 With  hands it puts soft leaves under it's father's feet.
 With dew it washes his tears away -  poison of his suffering...
 Last  will fall.
 
 The face of home is  him farewell
 Voices which he had 
 Closed eyes of his beloved 
 Can't  this holy place...
 
 He's the man who  himself to find what is already gone.
 His untiringly beating heart asks birds that sing like she 
  forgets to listen to the answer, listening to their song,
 But doesn't want to  its meaning.
 The Moon is  brightly tonight. It is a good guide.
 A gentle shade leads  tenderly to goal of his trip.
 This ghost shows him a monumental and  clear
 Great waterfall which has  source in him deep inside.
 Last drop  fall.
 
 He takes his little  and holds him in his arms
 He  fail.
 Now  him go away.
 
  drop of the Waterfall...
  let him go away...