Whether you think what I regret? Whether you know what I grieve? There are no those prays and spells... It only a pain inside of deceased
No... I'm not alive... I'm as dream in your eyes No... I'm not dead... I'm (only) bitterness of loss No... I'm not alive... I'm only the grown old face No... I'm not dead... In light of the candles obsequial
Blessing all your illnesses I lay my hands on the fallen asleep face Cold and calmness... My palms burn... it's a pain inside of deceased
...The world of my reflections In your eyes... in your tears All comes to an end Whether you think...?
We shall not dare to touch To icons of eternity To reflections of our faces In beams of a funeral sunset We shall not dare to touch To icons of eternity To reflections of our faces In beams of a funeral sunset
No... I'm not alive... I'm as dream in your eyes No... I'm not dead... I'm (only) bitterness of loss No... I'm not alive... I'm only the grown old face No... I'm not dead... In light of the candles obsequialTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
