From your lips so sweet smell.
I can feel it every day.
I can touch all your soul,
Forget myself and then fall…
All my life I love wrong
So weak or so strong.
All my life was the black hole
I go upstairs and then fall…
Look at window – it’s raining now
All my heartless is going down.
Stop my fears, stop my moul
You’re with me and we fall…
The falling
© Copyright: Анджела Ди, 2007
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