Cuvintele sunt de prisos când lacrimile își țes povestea...
vineri, 26 octombrie 2012
marți, 2 octombrie 2012
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You stand by in the evening
Waiting for a chance,
You hear his steps...
His walk is like a dance
It's pretty cold inside,
But your body is still hot,
The passion has never died,
Even if your heart..decided to stop
Your first moment was there,
When you felt his deadly kiss
And when he left, you swore that
You'll not live any longer like this
And finally...
Feel the winter in your heart,
Let your pain fly away,
Bring back your magic smile,
All these things will change...someday.
Cătălin D. Batky, 02.10.2012
Waiting for a chance,
You hear his steps...
His walk is like a dance
It's pretty cold inside,
But your body is still hot,
The passion has never died,
Even if your heart..decided to stop
Your first moment was there,
When you felt his deadly kiss
And when he left, you swore that
You'll not live any longer like this
And finally...
Feel the winter in your heart,
Let your pain fly away,
Bring back your magic smile,
All these things will change...someday.
Cătălin D. Batky, 02.10.2012
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