It’s time to go through winter fog
It’s time to make my silent nest
to look inside my soul an touch her neck.
The night I dreamed two years ago
has brought to me her coldest snow
falling from an eye I still don’t know.
Don't sit here, don't take my tears
don't pray here don't kill the beast.
So try to call it life so try to kiss the forest or the sky
I hang my shining mind on a weeping willow the shadow of suicide.
" My life is like a broken bowl
a broken bowl that cannot hold
one drop of water for my soul". Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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