Please tell me what you love the most Under the pressure of all whispering ghosts Our poisoned hearts are Breaking through the dark To unify lying down under the unnamed stars. Nothing seems to be real anymore Even Rose is not a rose is not a rose is not a rose But there’s no need to be worried Everything’s under control There’s no need to be worried at all.
There was no one to give me Speech hearing and sight I lost my way in one body In other body I drowned Then with no warning I left my desire for good And my healing wounds are Painfully opened again. Once I met my love Somewhere on the other side But all tranquility with moths of joy Disappeared into the night.
My dear, remember me when I’m gone It was too hard to carry on Santa Muerte can be sweet and kind to all I heard them say, “we go down to our home”.
I hope you’ll find me someday (Somewhere in a “place of the misty sky”) In wrong directions floating in the air (Reaching for a “place of the misty sky”) I hope you’ll hear whisper again (Coming from a “place of the misty sky”) When rocket of hope lights the eternal flame.
The final cut is coming (It’s coming for fuck’s sake!)
The final cut is coming amid perverse reactions.
Birds will sing the right meanings With the morning.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
