ponedjeljak, 02.10.2006.
NEMA GA....
The Funeral of Hearts
Love's the funeral of hearts
And an ode for cruelty
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom
The funeral of hearts
And a plea for mercy
When love is a gun
Separating me from you
She was the sun shining upon
The tomb of your hopes
And dreams so frail
He was the moon painting you
With it's glow so vulnerable and pale
Love's the funeral of hearts…
She was the wind, carrying in
All the troubles and fears
You’ve for years tried to forget
He was the fire, restless and wild
And you were like a moth to that flame
The heretic seal beyond divine
A prayer to a god
who's deaf and blind
The last rites for souls on fire
Three little words and a question why
Love's the funeral of hearts …
Ovaj je svijet okrutno mjesto,
Mi smo ovdje samo da izgubimo,
Stoga prije nego nas život rastavi
Neka me smrt blagoslovi tobom…
…Ovaj život nije vrijedan življenja…
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