In the golden sunset, The sky wears a gown, Of fiery oranges, And violet down.
As day’s end approaches, The stars start to gleam, In the hush of the twilight, We cradle our dreams.
- Liselotte Aasmäe
In the golden sunset, The sky wears a gown, Of fiery oranges, And violet down.
As day’s end approaches, The stars start to gleam, In the hush of the twilight, We cradle our dreams.