You can't make me dream your dreams
'cause I always have my own.
Doesn't matter if you scream,
My concern will not be shown.
So come on, squeeze me tighter,
You are dealing with the fighter,
I'm a lonely midnight hunter
Kissed by thunder.
Now I'm walking on thin line,
On the blades of ancient daggers,
Now I'm playing with my time
Never minding the danger.
Don't make me light your fire,
I'm the bitch and I'm the pyre,
I am both saint and evil,
Loved by Devil.
Join me in this blinding dances,
Stope those strange and awkward glances.
I'm the one, who now says 'no',
Blessed by snow.
Blessed by Snow
© Copyright: Марина Бескрылая, 2004
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