It was too short, my love,
It takes my breath away.
My eyes start to close.
I can’t go on, I have a terrible heartache...
Please come back, nights are cold...
I pray for your smile, that makes my day bright...
“Why? Why?” I can scream but nobody can hear me.
Why was it happened? It’s so long time ago…
I’m just losing a sense of life…
You’re lying there,
your body is as cold as ice.
She is coming, she is soulless…
You can hear that scream in the distance…
It sounds like a music… Sound of heaven…
Just like a rescue…
Get rid of that shackles…
Do it now or never, don’t think about it…
Just spread your wings and fly away…
I’ll do the same. I’m waiting for you…
Finally free…
There in the garden everything's happening.
All the thoughts go through your mind.
You can’t take them off.
Thinking - what is the world about?
Why do you have to carry all the pain?
Then you find that it’s not world’s fault but that the God hurts you so much.
Because life is not fair and happyend doesn’t exist…
And I‘ll tell you that it isn’t God's fault,
but it can be also your fault...
You have to listen to your heart.
Feelings mean more than senses and love means more than pride.
You can never learn the theory, love knows only the practice…
Whole world can be bad,
despite of this, there is someone who would die just for a one nice word…
Someone, who would breath just for a one little kiss…
Autor: Martina Luptáková