In the sky, into my dreams
The stars shine, watching my sins.
But the stars are grey.
In the heaven, into my fears
The stars die, and I wash my tears.
But the stars are pain.
I live under the questions.
I die to rest.
Life is always beginning.
The sky is getting black.
Once more I cried
And left my dreams away.
I look at the sky
But the stars are grey.
2 comentário(s):
Que talento para poetar em outro idioma!
Como eles dizem por lá: "great stuff!"
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