From the window in the attic I see grey birds passing by lost on their way onto forgiving nothingness
What would I feel here, if I stayed? A life without hope What would you find of m, if I decayed? A wasted life ended by the rope
From the window in the attic I see life passing by wipe the daylight off my eyes death alone knows my way
And when I'm gone another one will take my place behind the window in the attic you will see his weary face
And all, that will remain of me just a vague memoryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
