Don't tell me that you are not really alive Oh how many dreams I'm having in this life Sometimes I see the daylight, but prefer to look over its whitish borders, going with my eyes over the memory of it. Just a hazy memory, not even so nice She was a completely drunk, was laying on the bed. That time I recognized the place surely better, feeling distant even more. She went on asking me to hold her tight. Her skin was so warm. Then I pushed her head on the frozen grass while the first snowflakes were falling down. She suddenly turned to me with insane demon-eyes. She was feeling hurt and won. I let her go away. Flat with no warm rooms shone in those year's anguish, at night, when their mouths had been singing with that voice Their paralyzing voice, and when their screams became my music itself. So, where will you take me once I talk to you? Take me away because it's too late. Now I'm getting better I always laugh. Yes, I always laugh.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
