Denying the lying
A million children fighting
For lives in strife
For hope beyond the horison
A dead world
A dark path
Not even crossroads to
choose from
All the bloodred
Carpets before me
Behold this fair creation of God!
Eva flies away,
Dreams the world far away.
In this cruel children's game
There's no friend to call her name.
You are my path, my home, my star,
A beautiful tale within the tale.
And when the dust needs to move on,
I will tuck us in on a bed of snow,
Painting white, silencing the valley we built,
Together we'll sleep devoured by life.
It's not the tree that forsakes the flower
But the flower that forsakes the tree
Someday I'll learn to love these scars
Still fresh from the red-hot blade of your words
First day of love never comes back,
A passionate hour's never a wasted one.
The violin, the poet's hand,
Every thawing heart plays your theme with care.
First day of love never comes back,
A passionate hour's never a wasted one.
The violin, the poet's hand,
Every thawing heart plays your theme with care.
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