Vilnius Lyrics

A scythe a funeral pyre

The smoke hits our eyes and stings

The Hill of Three Crosses

Burns a golden sun

I was meant to be playing C

Oh what a scene

I was young as can be

A meteor in my heart

The snow that pounds my feet

And life it soars so brightly

An angel hides her tears

That were meant for me

In the dying streets

Where we were meant to meet

But I forgot your number

See the priests they go the love they show

Hold on my Vilnius

A Hebrew song an old man's lungs

Hold on my Vilnius

I see a cage and hold my rage

Hold on my Vilnius

I was meant to be

Playing C

Oh what a scene

Wasn't yet an orphan

See the priests they go

The snow it falls

Hold on my Vilnius

A Hebrew song

An old man's lungs

Hold on my Vilnius

I see a cage and hold my rage

Hold on my Vilnius

We were meant to meet in the dying streets

But I forgot your number