I’m observing the night town.
But in the head it’s pain, melancholy and cold.
No loneliness...
It’s only the serene Moon,
And the distant light of a star.
And step by step,
Walking by the past...
The scraps of memory, the fragments of feelings.
In the glass there’s red wine, fizz,
Guitar strings’ familiar sound.
With run to the abyss...
And so as to break.
And someone inspires for the life,
Gives a little of love,
Comforts, pretends,
And again...
I’m observing for the night freedom.
With run to the abyss...
And so as to break.
Perhaps,
It will be not the end.
Perhaps,
I’ll be...
Perhaps, I ll be... english version
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