My hand is tremble.
And wind is drive silver on the roof.
But I already did not hear you
But I know what heppened with you.
You know more than I know and you hear
That I have sometimes little fear.
I forgive you beforehand for us
Even suicide on eyes.
It's very hard to speak
For why be quiet.
I don't know what to say I can just promiss.
It's very hard to speak
For why be quiet.
I forgive you beforehand but not miss.
It's very hard to speak
But promisses will break this air and emptiness.
It's very hard to speak.
I'll understand.
I forgive you beforehand but not miss.
We felt with you in different colours
Imprints on the wall.
I thought I saw it's just in my dreams.
But it was real it was all.
My lips believe that it is endless.
I see bright light around me
But all will trouble happiness
And strong current is for me.
Its very hard to speak
© Copyright: Милена Броссар-Кораблева, 2005
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Don't ignore gerund - it could be quite useful in some places here.
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