The days pass one after another,
into my soul has settled pain -
I watch how petals fall from roses
and dye sonorous nightingales.
But you, my love, are sad together
with me and nature all around.
Under your skin, thin as a feather,
It flows deadly poisoned blood.
I must admit that I'm still living
because of my beautiful dreams
like blinded kids, marvels believing,
we walk to snowy white highlands.
Where're simpy missing all imposes,
where live our dreams and fairy tails.
To watch how petals fall from roses
and listen to dead nightingales.
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