автор: Remembrance

In the middle of the way
With point of no return
I will quiet up your day
with smily faces...with no concern.

I will shutter up your inner rage
With blessed sorrow and medieval grace
And with all my bruises from the cage
I will dance forever with my song of praise.

And with silent motion of my sinner`s pace
I will look and gaze upon your cruel beauty
And after all this crazy race
I will grab you... the story`s end and my final duty.

And with all my tears - forgotten already
I will wash your past and inner fear
And with eyes unfolded for loving ready
I will follow your dreams - if they are near.

I can give my hand - so numb and icy
Do you think you can come and get?
Don`t throw it in the mist so spicy
with the taste of death and the regret...

Forget yout sorrow
Forget and paint with pink
You can owe me or just borrow
my tenderness - until I sink.