If tomorrow I'll be dead, would anyone cry for me today? I do not expect your grief, because my soul is just as poisoned as yours My flesh is filled with hatred for everyone around And no one sees my sympathy to the outside rotten world
Autumn rain pierces my skin I bleed to death
From my eternal wounds of the body Causing to forget the wounds of heart Crumbs of your lust left in my body Your moans are still heard in my ears
These are not the feelings about which we write poems I sit my love? This is face of pain, slavery
Don't look at me, you will be hard to awake Walk with me under cover of night Feel sorrow disabled grey crowd Perhaps you can understand me for a second
All in this world is outlying Discard everything that does not matter And give true senses So who is really dear to you
Your imperceptions is my suffering So I walk with my sorrow of loneliness Until someone will give me a handTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
