The wind is blowing echo of a falling leaf A tear is dropping onto the last face I've seen The spinning Fate a silent recall, Unsought by hunters of our crimes A flashing knife the smile of a child, Dying by our inertness a tear to hide. Furies of my soul let me grieve for the one I lost, And let it be oppressive love.
... And your echoes never came An act without interpretation In a game of killing cries lies A flower in the gutter A flower among the whispers of a fake smile It's the ending of a word a deadly sword Why can't you see? Through the turbulent night A tree is growing up without leaves to reborn A last fruit a last... hopeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
