Oh! We've grown old, but we're the same,
Remember our love's first name!
Oh! We've grown cold, but gentle still,
Now's time to open all our fears,
It's time to love; it's time to die,
And time to drown into our lie!
Our fragile faith has gone too far,
No point to pray to the died star,
When we are cold, we're not alive,
Now, we've grown old we cannot cry,
Oh, we won't ever cry! It's true, no more!
Boy, we're enslaved on passion's floor,
By hate, that once, we've veiled with love!
Now Christ's just laughing from above,
Expels away our hopeless love!
Oh! We've grown old, but we're the same,
Remember our love's first name!
Oh! We've grown cold, but gentle still,
Now's time to open all our fears,
It's time to love; it's time to die,
And time to drown into our lie!
Grown cold but gentle still
© Copyright: Анна Устиненко, 2009
Свидетельство о публикации №109052002378
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