He's looking for another world,
He wants to be alive.
He shoved me the way,
I tought him to fly.
Looking for the perfect love...
Is this all the truth?
Night is playing our dreams,
Givind just a cruel blues...
I'll be with him to the end of this days,
Giving the light, whispering his name.
And I'll follow him in the heaven and hell,
Walkind together in strong summer rain...
Coming from muse
© Copyright: Нина Рапсодия, 2007
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