Now, unarmed you let the cold evening passing through yourself. I don't want to let you alone while your fear goes up the light. I'll succeed in feeling your new sweet caresses, now cold and sofr as pure snow. I'll succeed in listening to your breaths without any pulsing heartbeats any longer. But despair is keeping me here, denying me any escape. Dwon there, among the paper houses, there's a prophet laying human sacrifices. I'll manage to perceive your smiles with no regrets, re-flowering like roses in May. I'll succeed in feeling your words words coming down like September dewdrops. As for myself there's no surprise, just the wish not to see any more with these eyes which uselessly tried to adapt themselves. I will be staring after you, always, every day. My tears are for you and for those whom were able to die without forgetting. Every word of us is close to become just a memory.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
