Why the time has stopped
the illusion staining your cold tips
waking and riding the tides
intunecat e cerut
de-un gri ce-n negru se preschimba
de-un negru ce mahnit, toarna picaturi reci
ce uda tot si patrund pana in esenta
incat amorteala si depresia pun stapanire
life all tost in your mind
swinging me for eternity
why begin this
tear the living
that you once tost
...a note
to say farewell...
the illusion staining your cold tips
waking and riding the tides
intunecat e cerut
de-un gri ce-n negru se preschimba
de-un negru ce mahnit, toarna picaturi reci
ce uda tot si patrund pana in esenta
incat amorteala si depresia pun stapanire
life all tost in your mind
swinging me for eternity
why begin this
tear the living
that you once tost
...a note
to say farewell...