And in this open place I am alone
Upon arriving late in a hard coach made of tin
The wind strikes with a nicer feel than usual
And the chill of pain left in my bones disappears
The planted seed shall some day send out buds
Though until then the cramps in my fingers will not cease
With my terrible face which everyone hates
In the gorgeous afternoon - amidst the monochrome I shall walk
Forever more I shall reach out my hand to the fleeting darkness - it's slightly chilled
Children turned innocent in the drops of light - laugh at me
Sterilized and hideous, to a basement
I shall be taken away
I shall be taken away, without so much as a sound ----.
Forever more I shall reach out my hand to the fleeting darkness - it's slightly chilled
Children turned innocent in the drops of light - laugh at me
Sterilized and hideous, to a basement
I shall be taken away
Children turned innocent in the drops of light - laugh at me
Sterilized and hideous, to a basement
I shall be taken away, without so much as a sound ----.
I shall be taken away ----.
I shall be taken away, without so much as a sound ----.
I shall be taken away ----.
duminică, 29 martie 2009
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