Holding my past
In the hands of burning mind,
Kissing a gun of shooted angel,
I try to understand,
I try to remind.
How many days you’ve stolen from my heart?
You‘ve stolen from my soul,
Two nightingales on a pink sky,
Are dancing with a rainbow – black ribbon on my hands.
I want to see you so much,
I want tot touch you again
And I believe in this nightmare
You called love and fear
Stand by me,
It shouldn’t have been like this after all.
Don’t go away too far!
A wind will sing your song,
But there is no door to the past.
Long dream flowing with the tide of mountain stream,
In this lonely night you can feel my kiss.
Little ghost with a childish smile,
Still dancing with my shadow – my last drop of life!
Standing by the frozen window of the cell of my soul,
I’m dreaming about the moments
When it was, like it should.
I didn’t want anything, anybody – only you!
But there is no door to the past
And I can’t put the time back.