Letra de Old well

"Old Well"

When he was riding through the old Romanian town,
Heading to the East, he had to stop ´till dawn...
He had to stop´ till dawn...

Late it was, he took water from a well,
Glittering and cold, water quenched his thirst...
But, that old well was dry...

And the moon was shining bright,
Scattered sparkles rounded the well,
Sound of a distant flute he heard,
His horse ran away...

Suddenly, some children all in white
Made a ring around him, whispering:

He, who drinks the water from the well,
Falls into her embrace, tells the tale...
As the eyes are windows to the soul,
Through his gaze she´ll know it all...

No one ever heard a word of him,
Some tale says his soul still lingers thirsty...

And if you´re riding
Through some old Romanian town on your road to East,
You should never stop before the dawn...
Never stop before the dawn...