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No one seems to care anymore
I wander through this night all alone
No one feels the pain I have inside
Looking at this world through my eyes

No one really cares where I go
Searching to feel warmth forever more
The wheels of life they turn without me
Now you are gone eternally

No
Don?t leave me here
The dream carries (me) on
Inside
I know
It?s not too late
Lost moments blown away
Tonight

Mankind, with your heresy
Can?t you see that this is killing me
There?s no one in this life
To be here with me at my side

Inne utwory

  • Panic
  • Empty
  • Temporary peace
  • A dying wish
  • Parisienne moonlight
  • Re-connect
  • Sunset of age
  • Memento mori
  • Looking outside inside
  • They die
  • Under a veil
  • Eternity part III
  • Harmonium
  • Mine is yours to drown in
  • Judgement
  • Losowe utwory

    Bittersweet

    Raise your glasses
    Think of the times we’ve had
    Wash down your pride
    Think of all the things

    We should have said
    We should have said

    Why does it have to end that way?
    Every hello means good-bye someday
    All...

    Field of innocence

    I still remember the world
    From the eyes of a child
    Slowly those feelings
    Were clouded by what I know now

    Where has my heart gone
    An uneven trade for the real world
    I want to go back to
    Believing in everything and knowing nothing at all

    I still remember the sun
    Always warm on my back
    Somehow it seems...

    Sweet days of grace

    Rain falls and then the night calls
    And then the hard times begin to wash away, and
    Sun shines and brings a new light
    Where we can recline in the sweet, sweet days of grace
    Deep inside the world fear treads
    And hearts cry out loud
    Shadows shifting round...

    Positive tension

    He said that you re just as boring as everyone else
    When you tut and you moan
    And you squeal and you squelch
    He said you re just as boring as everyone else
    Nothing ever happens

    Things replace things
    Days replace days

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    Wrócę do tych łąk, gdzie ranna rosa, wrócę do tych łąk,
    gdzie każde trawy źdźbło znało to, co mówiłaś mi.
    Wrócę do tych pól, gdzie maków czerwień, wrócę do tych pól,
    gdzie każdy złoty kłos szepnął to, co szeptałem ci.

    Przejdę domu próg, gdzie młodość została i
    choć dziś...