Looking through the pind, I've seen stamped on flowers, stamped on dreams, too much fears... Where is my smile? It's raining and across the rain - my
Remember, they were something - they sounded here... The notes. Look there, there's nothing, a leaf falls, only it's another one. No... Scores in solitude
Walls of ivy, I see a quiet mind. In the calm... the bandstand. Rain... softly in the pools, behind time curtains... an eagerness grows
Now, when the time has come and the leaves have fallen, in the eternal autumn of loneliness, in memories I've ever dead. She's crying, she's crying and
Deep inside the bloody war, I just feel the shots of guns and I dream of being a bird to fly far away from my home four roses in my heart their thorns
Swans, slow dance of pretty strokes, the indifferent walk on the pride obscures the stranza hideing the bare. Sad eyes crossed by the roses thorns Sweet