Without the dark sky it’s can’t been seen the tender light of dying stars; All above you lift a head, pouring her legs with clusters of tears that no-one needs; Decide yourself: whether to trust in this callous lie which name is " the real love "
Love - when they die in one day Love - because they die together day by day Love - when they die together, in despite of the pain Because they die for the sake of each other then it is love.
I ask, return, return for me, And we, scorched by a bitter wind, Will be singing to the hopeless Moon about that, Why we were dying together.
I ask, return, return for me, And we, lost our last tears, Will be shouting to the silent witness about that, Deprives its light of beautiful dreams.
Hatred leaves my heart, And again and again, emptiness and nothing. No! No! No! Leave me!
I ask, return, return for me, Or I, or I, or I…ааааааа …
Beautiful dreams are dancing in our hearts, Belief - the only thing that holds me here; To look at illusive light and to hope, That in our souls still remains that Is called “love”! (C) Саша Ставрос, Hapalochlaena_Maculosa http://vkontakte.ru/club361223