полюбишь его не сразу С первого взгляда он некрасив Со второго - безобразен. Только речи его горячи Только прочь сомнения, прочь Самый звонкий крик - тишина
Du warst 'ne ganz normale Frau, mit gleichen Ängsten, ähnlichen Sorgen, mit eigener Wohnung und einem Freund, und paar gesparten Groschen f&
When silence cries... is it what I feel? - or is it what you really long to be? Depression grows again, to you I pledge my guilt Deserted fields I strole
(Matos) Been here for so long On the morrow I'll dare Silent and distant Reaching out, unaware Stealing the whispers From my deepest request And you
Caught in space and time Like a bird in a cage Cruelly confined In a passing matters state You suddenly realize That the wrong is the right Daring the
Echoing, ripping through the silence Tearing the soil off my soul Silent you are, yet so loud Beautiful, still so violent and harsh As you bleed so beautifully
A dead silent shriek echoed through the sky darkness spread through the ruin ground the earth-surface cracked with a painful growl the disciples of
[Lyrics by Anders Jacobsson 29/9-1999 Edited 11/7, 27/7 and 6/8-2000] Filled with sorrow... Bleak inner self touched by pride, devoured by solitude,
i would you embrace my dearest type but i have to flee save myself and hide got lost in my minds what happens last time but i can't breathe without you
the more i try the less i cant heal you deny the place where i can breathe cause you're my blaze select me and i'm thy there's no more grace to trail
mourn .... is all you've left behind in me as token vows .... you swore to me in past were broken proud ... of your regained elevation bow ... me to
how should i know where's the place where fade the stars how should i know how it feels to live in tide as last how should i know how it feels to dive
if you say it is insane that i remain i'll go away even i'll say it is mistake our voiceless vote an inward fraud to cut our tie i concolate myself and
weepin' colors pass me by weaken by the time the cherry clouds so gently like a giant chime a million pilgrims climbs my head hunting my fears they whisper
roam inside and read in my own lost memories but i'm too weak and frantic to raise up from my knees restricted range of vision let me flee it's not my
sometimes turns my mind in circles sometimes stops my mind to breathe can i see you for a moment to enjoy our own apart then i feel something must be
Your pretty eyes Give the show away You feel the want to be beloved I wait and see A consent nod by you And close by me I see your promising winged eyes
be my fellow through the frozen pale and in the purple tune my nightingale send me an echo when the curse begins i need your confidence to all my sins
