I will not waste my love,
But dedicate to hate,
I feel despair,
The only feeling in the grave.
I do not know what is the pain,
I’ve forgotten what is my name,
I see the darkness.
The only minute of despair.
I hear tear drops hit the ground,
When my body rests,
Or is it just rain?
Minute that never ends.
minute of despair
© Copyright: Продавец Обуви, 2003
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