10coins
------------------------------
writted by Donald & Maro



When night starts I felt OK,
I with my girl, beautiful world with no hate.
Joining ourselves, trembling bodies,
But her eyes, peculiar eyes with something bad.
And now, now, don't feel well, like dead.

Ref.:
I've got a knife
inside my heart.
And I'm bleeding
like a Jesus.

Pain, pain, that's all I'm feeling.
Her face above me, her bloody hands.
She had stung it into me, look of reproach,
saying: It's OK, when I asked she: Why?

Now I heard not, don't know why,
I'm feeling bad, may I'm going up.
Where should I leave inside da dark.
There's dark as pitch, I'm running high.
But I can't stop, the sickly smile.

Now I lie awake, scales fell from my eyes,
I'm feeling cold, it's same like ice.
It may be true, she's next to me.
Oh yeh, I know, it was only dream.

She's like an angel

------------------------------------------------


* bezmocné trpění a nepochopení neočekávané skutečnosti
která se v důsledku mění v absurdní nereálný sen