I left behind myself confusions,
For someone might be a lucky day.
A lonesome life without illusions,
Is that the price, I have to pay?
And maybe I am looking older,
My own direction will change soon,
Inside of me is getting colder,
I`m howlin` at the fading moon,
I`m howlin` at the fading moon.
All buried dreams are dying slowly,
Put out the candles of last hope,
My busted heart so dark and lonely,
I`m holding on the dead man`s rope.
I lost myself, I`m looking older,
My own direction will change soon,
Inside of me is getting colder,
I`m howlin` at the fading moon,
I`m howlin` at the fading moon,
I`m howlin` at the fading moon.
Howlin At The Fading Moon
© Copyright: Константин Зоммер, 2017
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