I’m going to die tonight, my love , hear of your love.
You – leave a record in the hair, and the moon, and it begs – yet you leave, and flocks of birds, flowers, candles and barking dogs – you build the big – Castles – smell, and sings a sad voice – you can out of them with both hands, like me tonight – hugging black incense in the night .. Cruel darkness cuddle fight …
Coldness secrets, I’ll just be. I smell a beautiful bush …
Wait a minute without alienation
This game, played in two!
Where are you please collectors Point?
Where are curled morning?
What are you talking about which cradles
I’m going to die tomorrow …
Let me just yet because tonight
To be a song
The heat of your lips as walking
To be a month in your hair,
And that nothing, nothing bothers …
Long standing, next to the promenade in the shade of a chestnut strict … Mercury hearth when caressed moon silvered – always a dream to wake up and have to beat the drums and clanging glasses not drink days.
Black tears night you tread
Mother wore mourning
From the moment when your hand
Hannah’s hand be begging
All night repeating loudly and swore – pagans broom rider Sodom – candles scorching tracks luck – frantically chasing rumble owl, nocturnal bird blackness –
I finally got what I want. What I’m not even in a dream dreamed about. Finally I got a devilish wind and black butterfly wings