It’s the funeral of love;
Angel’s weeping above;
It’s a challenge to pain;
It’s the guilt of the Saints.
It’s a pointed ray
Through the stone-blind faith;
It’s a painful shock;
It’s a falling on rocks.
A magnificent wave
Of those sins that I’ve craved;
Disappearing fear
Filling emptiness near.
It’s just battle of life;
Without wings can survive;
It’s a look to your eyes
With no angels inside.
No lunatic sin;
Skies are hidden within.
No slaughtered veins;
Death has lost all its grace.
Future comes after past.
No intoxicant lust;
Through the cigarette smoke
I won’t crawl, I can walk.
No inscriptions on wrists
That death doesn’t exist;
It’s incurable cut,
It’s a vice in my heart.
It’s a colorful path
With no angels above.
There are fallings and flights.
Life is mine just to die.
Декабрь 2005г.
It s the funeral of love
© Copyright: Дзихико Шидзэнрёку, 2011
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