A faded letter tells my history, dust, memoirs and hypnotic melodies Looking over the border waiting for a light, looking behind the border waiting for the obscurity. Old memories gather me to the sudden one, they are speaking to me. I translate every message of my sick mind. Old memories gather me to the sudden one, written so many times by minds and wrong hands. You believe, I have always been wrong, nothing is wrong as the judgment. You won't find future painting judgments. I will fight up to when I won't be dried, dried of every lifeblood. I can't now see free, I need to take the street, what remains of our lives is a wild symbol. Indecision has created our world, the mistakes..... I will fight up to when I won't be dried, dried of every lifeblood.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
