How hard is to dream of you in the night.
How difficult is to resemble who's right.
The moon that is watching me lying like dead,
Just laughing and saying I'm here at the end.
That was only a moment when I thought it was life.
That was only one morning, when I thought I was right.
Now the darkness is kissing my shoulders, my eyes,
And It's whispers to me: “No more truth, no more lies”.
This night is kissing deeply; it's drinking from my veins.
My blood is like the river, the river of my life.
And thinking of you Darling is painful like a shot!
The gun of destiny should have more mercy, I just thought
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дата надходження 14.11.2009
автор: Mariana