Always when I disclose lies with last dignited persons Sad torments revolve, gentle mintes sentenced to pain Paper roller's whiff on India paper fictions, Pressing painful devices Flowers don't bloom in darkness, probably However, I observed when a black rose Was escaping from my inside Or maybe it's only illusions I produce so gloomy pictures To kill these bad and cruel inside me They jerk my heart Forgive me, if you hurt me My sorrow will slay your mother Forgive me, I forgive you Though I don't want your returnTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
