still evening black and latish
you fetch the handful hopes
your wild eyes gush out
in to chalice of wine - doom.
with the smiling dark eyes
like a oaken, octave mature
you dumbly whisper -
don't fear and aproach.
fly quiet minds abaut you
i it send just to you.
but distance persist
it's dont tach me and you.
smoke puff up and my dreams pine away
- i can't love you to night,
i hold your look in the shadows of night.
i cant stand and away-
then i give you my eyes
then i give you the space in my heart.
still evening black and latish
your eyes was take care of my suol
the fate stay in the wine glass
and stay the waiting in a night.