Talk to me. Explain it to me. Tell me why
With you my fingers touch the sky,
Like chocolate becomes my love
And clouds disappear up above.
Talk to me. Tell me. I haven’t got a clue
Why my heart becomes a vacuum without you,
And my mind becomes so lost and poor
When you walk gently out of my door.
Talk to me. Tell me. Be rude and killing.
Take all my hopes. Take all my living.
Now life touches me with unfair disgust.
It’s like gray, scary and useless dust.
Talk to me. Explain it to me. Tell me why
Without you, when I live, I feel that I die,
Without you, when I die, I feel I’m still alive.
Without you, killing myself will bring me life
talk to me...
© Copyright: Твоя Кроха, 2004
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