in a while the waking up time wearing all masks of despair wearing old rugs like fragments of thoughts hidden in grey of the morning light
in a while almost the same as then when all were lost forever
this sleep is full of sweat the tears leaking through my body in a while all misery of being a man reveals opening old scars with last piece of delight
it all drowns in hands of death...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
