My hands are so cold what have I become? I look at myself in a mirror - Monster!
This sterile breast of mine procreates only dust now If I could paintnew colors they would be dawn.
What a sadness, it won`t take me I won`t listen to any further word What a sadness, it won`t take me I won`t listen to any further word
I left all my precious spaces to unworthy people who tore all my beauty and forgot everything but now I will take my things back because I feel no pityTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
