The autumn comes back to my internal world I'm defeated by the life Each dawn awakes with the same tortuous feeling The same bitter swallow ( I want to live no more With grief in my veins, without hope I don't know if you can understand me If you can help me Regrettably your ambitious advice doesn't help me Because it's in my blood ( The fields of my rest My grievous redemption On thorns I will lay numb I draw a relieving smile while I bleed Love wasn't enough It's been tainted by pain Colours have turned into grey My farewell tastes like resurrection My days are cloudy, by this almighty depression Like a latent eclipse Condemned in my own essence, immune to the happiness I'm blessed by death.
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