All yestarday`s grave-yards
Will be gardens in full bloom,
The light of the sun
Will break this endless gloom,
And may be a simple smile
Will appear on my face,
I know that it will fill
All my lonely days.
All cold and dead souls
Will fly,fly so high.
There won`t be more day,
There won`t be more night.
All pain will be a trifle,
Pain that seems so hard.
And You will make beat
My lost and brocken heart
If You sing your song.
Oh,My Angel in black,
My way to You is so long!
(2003)
Your song
© Copyright: Ди Блэк, 2007
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