This time the emptiness continuing my torture
The wind in door-holes whispering regrets[516x650]
I wish to close my eyes and catch a breath of fortune
But now behind it's laughing at me...
The glasses which provides me darkest sight
The music which is sliding in my deeps
In trance I sense the willowing delight
O, how it drowns in everlasting sleep...
This time the nakedness of mind is my religion
With book of epitaphes traversing crimson blaze
Could you believe in such a pungent feeling
Of death...
Could you find a heart for me?
In this everlasting craze!
It can happen, don't afraid, my loneliness
We've together got used to such days
When are forsaken
Wild roses fading in the moonlight bays...
Can touch the beauty, fail to seize her with my arms
She's like a morning smoke upon the dream
With afterglow I release this line and turn to stars
And they hide their shine from me...
The glasses which provides me darkest sight
The music which is sliding in my deeps
In trance I sense the willowing delight
O, how it drowns in everlasting sleep...
It can happen, don't afraid, my loneliness
We've together got used to such days
When are forsaken
Wild roses fading in the moonlight bays...
We feed upon this emptiness
We feed upon this emptiness
We feed upon this empty vagueness...
Показательно, что сразу дочитала до конца, очень немногие так завораживают - это точно. Оно просто божественно! Наверно, нужен был такой перерыв, чтобы потом написать его)