The Futile Passion
Trees cut the wounded sky
Of autumn it hangs dead
Clouded in silver
Of autumn it hangs dead
Like a voice from within begging me to stay
The same as the one telling me to get away
Deep in my heartache
Scattered like leaves lies love's light
Gather me up
And hold me through the night
Like a voice from within begging me to stay
The same as the one telling me to get away
Your beauty is a wound in me
Serene in virginity
Szczescie Ci niose i Ty daj mi szczescie! Rece wyciagam, by chwycic Twe rece. Sercem goracym przyjmuje Twe serce, pragne byc z Toba i... juz nikim wiecej.
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