A fog on a day without night A day more like the dawn Without real darkness without real light
Dead lies a girl more beautiful than a swan In her casket - her skin so pale In her heart is a deadly and bloody tear Her broken eyes tell us a dreadful tale
In my arms lies the prettiest girl of the world She is my dying bride Oh lord why, why must she die?
Down my checks running tears full of pain, since my love is dead Sometimes I remember her dead body on the plane I am quite and still I am sad What can I do dreadful life Tell it to me my friend, I am still loving her, cause she is deadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
