This evening made me cry within my heart.
Just tell, how long we’re already apart?
Mist of passion burned away so soon.
But I won’t cry beneath the silver gaze of moon.
Politeness falls, while trying to be brave.
And please, don’t say, that it will be okay.
Our love’s rose-coloured glasses are now broken.
And we can go: the door is already opened.
And do you know, in love I still do trust.
Well, maybe ours was not love, but lust.
I’ll plunch up spirit, smile to stars: the eyes of night.
You see, I’m newborn in their soft and gentle light.
Rose-coloured glasses
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