The Archers

Over the green night, the arrows
Leave tracks of warm lily
The keel of the Moon
Breaks purple clouds
And the quivers
Fill with dew

Oh like love, the archers are blind
Oh like love, the archers are blind

Over the green night, the arrows
Leave tracks of warm lily
The keel of the Moon
Breaks purple clouds
And the quivers
Fill with dew

Oh like love, the archers are blind
Oh like love, the archеrs are blind
Oh like love, thе archers are blind
Oh like love, the archers are blind