How life is a blaze
In the deepest haze
How life is a craze
That disappears suddenly
We all can fly lightly
In the middle of the clouds
But if we talk so loud,
We can reach the sad fate
Across the cold hearts
And it would be too late
To wake up and to see
The lost souls across the sea,
They’re disgraceful and awful
And They would be ashamed
And probably, they would die
In this black land.
In this dark land of sin,
Along our infernal life.
With that vanished knife.
Like a fair feather flies
Through the lonely far fog.
How life is a blaze
In the deepest haze
How life is a craze
That disappears suddenly
In the deepest haze
How life is a craze
How life is a blaze.
In the deepest haze
How life is a craze
That disappears suddenly
We all can fly lightly
In the middle of the clouds
But if we talk so loud,
We can reach the sad fate
Across the cold hearts
And it would be too late
To wake up and to see
The lost souls across the sea,
They’re disgraceful and awful
And They would be ashamed
And probably, they would die
In this black land.
In this dark land of sin,
Along our infernal life.
With that vanished knife.
Like a fair feather flies
Through the lonely far fog.
How life is a blaze
In the deepest haze
How life is a craze
That disappears suddenly
In the deepest haze
How life is a craze
How life is a blaze.
Contributed by Carles Viadel Mestre - 2008/1/30 - 14:37
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