We are so lonely in the love,
And we’re so strong in death.
But we’re making love in grave,
Behind the coldest faith.
We have no love for gentle lust,
We have no faith in God!
We’re cut an angel’s heart apart,
This blame’s in our blood.
We are so lonely in the death,
And we’re so cruel in love,
Then God is crying from above,
Within this gentle puff.
We are so lonely in the love,
And we’re so strong in death.
But we’re making love in grave,
Behind the coldest faith.
We hate the angel’s pretty face,
That smile for selfless Gods!
We’ve carelessly buried our hearts,
And poison’s in our blood.
The blame of life is on our souls,
Though we are blessed by death!
And we are going down the path,
We’re making love in grave!
And we’re so lonely in the love,
We are so strong in death.
Then we’re making love in grave,
Behind the coldest faith.
Love in the grave
© Copyright: Анна Устиненко, 2009
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