| понеделник, декември 11, 2006 |
| Дълбоко под кожата. |
Confusion rules this shifting age
And uproar fills the town
My thoughts of you are drowning in the noise
How could you know?
Why should you know me?
You gently nourish my dry skin
A drop of colour saves me from
The fate I'm facing everyday
A single bloom piercing the snowdrift
How softly, the springtime breezes sing
How deeply, the distant mountain breathe
There are so many things to show to you
Oh why does hate bring forth more hate?
A long abandoned fruit
is hastening the process of decay
This country's starved, it's void of feeling
How softly, the springtime breezes sing
How deeply, the distant mountain breathe
There are so many things to show to you
One of these days
How softly, the springtime breezes sing
How deeply, the distant mountain breathe
There are so many things to show to you
Hyde-A drop of colour |
posted by Amaya @ 7:02 пр.об.   |
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