Из альбома: If emotions still burn

Dead birds fall from the sky
Just like the rain an October night
The sun has stopped shining
Never again to spread its light

If emotions still burn
They'll soon be brought to ashes
Just like a withering flower
They'll slowly fade away

The place you've named paradise
Was burnt to ashes ages ago
An eternal landscape of ashes and dust
The End Is Here, face it and enjoy it


Комментарии

2019.09.05

Borisphen Puzanov

Как же я скучаю по тому времени - порой тоскую, до слез.