There’s blood on my hands
It’s everywhere where it is not supposed to be.
What might happen the last night?
I feel myself like in a deep sleep.
It didn’t happen with me,
It’s a damned nightmare,
I must wake up, I must wake up.
I see your last smile, such a charming one.
You’ve never been so beautiful.
I see your sad eyes, forever gone.
I’ve never been such a complete fool.
Memory draws horrible pictures for me
The colours are all red and black.
I can feel the despair flowing in my veins
And what is there, in that black sack?
It didn’t happen with me,
It’s a damned nightmare,
I must wake up, I must wake up.
I Must Wake Up
© Copyright: Алексей Рогалев, 2011
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