So cold without you So empty... Only lonely memories Remaining in the mirror
Tattooed with looks You wear a smell of yearning Driven by memories You walk to the river Dressed in ecstasy Showering sensual charms... You await...
Pan-existing clocks measure time cruelly You do not give up... With your proud look You smile towards the stars Snow smells so beautifully with the past
This penance has no end Without your breath Without your desire...
I cannot do anything about it Only the withered river awaits me One of her banks so lonely Like the uneven space of boundlessness and chaos... You dance to the words You exist in the spells Taste of thoughts and smell of jasmine felt right next to you...
Dispassionate is the time Like grath of red rose Living just in your mouth... This penance has no end Without your breath Without your desire...
It is so beautiful to exist On the other side of the mirror Only there your spells may be felt... Only there we find ourselves... This penance has no end Without your breath Without your desire...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
