I listen to Reynard's "Colder" of Latvian BrainStorm
And I revert to question "what sky do you come from?"
But someone wants to take you, to take my love away
I want to love one morning, one night before one day
You often listen to voices of cold and of flame
You sit beside the mirror. You look away again
But know, girl, just know you're being waited for
And now I don't doubt it is a classic love
You burn my house now, and I don't know "why?"
But, yes, my love is stranger than stars in summer sky
You try to tear photos where you can see us both
I'm reading our letters. All birds are flying north
I'll go on same road to cold Baltic Sea
In order to remember your very tender skin
I can't forget, my baby, our meetings on last floor
I try again, but maybe it is a classic love
Classic love
© Copyright: Linn L.Kravts, 2004
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