Hidden inside a spirit Between her home and exile, Half-stripped of her innocence and still beautiful... You've been waiting for years For the same thing. In silence and humility. In the most ordinary place in the world. In a grotesque performance full of trash And impression of infinity. No one can seize what you have experienced. What if there were the end today? I'm not asking if it would make a sense, But if your innocence, beauty and waiting would matter. Suppose the end came today And you beggar of love didn't come, Would it matter that I had discovered you Inside my soul?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
