It’s a game,
It’s all the same to you,
I weep, I cry, no matter what
I try... to do. That’s why I pretend,
I do nothing, I am nothing.
Just need to transcend.
Yet - Is it all the same to me?
And we share another thing -
we’re all one. Alive. To be set
free, I should seize to be ...
Still - it’s all the same to me
My mind is numb
These feelings here
Into some vortex
Flesh-eating my cortex.
My life would be done
if I only had a gun.
DO I STILL BELIEVE...
... in your perfect smile, shining of that magical face?
... in that gentle touch, caressing tears off my cheek?
... in those complete kisses we unconditionally shared?
... in all the good times that we had; they weren’t but a dream?
... that we will be able to forgive eachother someday?
... this pain will somehow disappear suddenly away?
... the sun still glows behind these heavy clouds upon us?
... do I still believe?
it’s up to me and You as well ...
There’s something deeper than ordinary affection,
There are things greater than One can imagine,
I silently believed; and patiently at first rainbow
directed me to You; the clouds vaporized and gave
... For the brightest ray the Sun could shine on me ...
And as if I was made of chloroplasts, the tear-rain on
my leaves simply dried...
Now I started to bloom, and I will make the most beautiful
flower for You, my Angel, my Sun, who gently caress me
from above with the warmest light of Love ...