The Ashen Rose

Мартин Скорцени
I've got a rusty spire
Sticking out of heart,
Tearing it apart.

I dreamed to be a gun
Aimed at something white,
Something that you love.

I didn't want to see the truth,
I just didn't want to see the truth.

I chose to walk alone,
Left you far away,
Almost passed this way.

I'm just the ashen rose
Grown up on the grave,
Hearing all your prays.

I didn't want to be with you,
I just didn't want to be with you.

Nothing is left to save, nothing is left to love.
Nothing remains below, nothing awaits above.

Nothing is left to save, nothing is left to love.
Nothing remains below, nothing awaits above.

I'm just the ashen rose
Grown up in your heart,
Tearing it apart.

I'm just the ashen rose
Grown up in your heart,
Tearing it apart...


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Awesome. Used to peruse the site for something thrilling (and in English) - now I've found it.

Sincerely yours,

Виктория Химмель-Штерн   07.08.2015 00:49   •   Заявить о нарушении
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Thank you, Victoria. Your words make me feel better, really.

Мартин Скорцени   07.08.2015 13:13   Заявить о нарушении
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