The moonlight corrupts the darkness of night
And shadows are burned by pale ray's might.
But it can't cut the love of my mind
And it takes vengeance upon the night again.
Give me the promise - I want to take your hand.
Give me your hand - I want to kiss you once more.
Give me a kiss - I want to follow you across the land.
Give me all of that - I will simply ask the score.
The promise.
Foliage rustles and night air is full of dreams,
But I can't smell them - I entire yours now.
The fog covers cemetery like tender cream,
I feel only you - that's all I know.
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© Copyright: Базелевс Сидоров, 2009
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