Bluest Eyes Songtext
von Hannah White

And did they ever cease to blame the water
Is granted to the born
Maybe it′s all for the better
Since we grow among the thorns

There I touch what hurts me much
Reaching for what can hurt me more

The bluest eyes, call me, give the sunrise
Call me, give the sunrise
The sharpest thorn, count your breath, Kitch 'n Dor
Count your breath, Kitch ′n Dor

Oh, masters day can tell you why I fought
But they make no friend at all
They make no friend at all
Bluest eyes, call me, give the sunrise


The righteousness of the ones in power
Is a fist to those with mind
And if the moment to stop nagging from each other
Shines the final light

Dividing whose path to choose
Must be a quest for fools

The bluest eyes, call me, give the sunrise
Call me, give the sunrise
The sharpest thorn, count your breath, Kitch 'n Dor
Count your breath, Kitch 'n Dor

Oh, masters day can tell you why I fought
But they make no friend at all
They make no friend at all
The bluest eyes, call me, give the sunrise

The bluest eyes, call me, give the sunrise
Call me, give the sunrise
The sharpest thorn, count your breath, Kitch ′n Dor
Count your breath, Kitch ′n Dor


Oh, masters day can tell you why I fought
But they make no friend at all
They make no friend at all
Bluest eyes, call me, give the sunrise