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Wine Thorns
Every night is cold and dark in me,
i love loneliness and sadness but
there is no one to hear my prayers
i am not free.
I love when silence is my night,
empty bottle with rose thorns deep
in the glass of my life
id like hope to die.
A tasteless wine poisoned by tears,
i pour it on the stars does it even worth it.
Ah,ah,ah,ah,ah,ah,
Darkness of the light,
feeling so great in the hug of hands
that the death offers, id like to die.
Ah,ah,ah,ah,ah,ah,
The life as thing worths a shit,
but if there is someone you can
cry for all night, do i really want to die.
A pointless passion i beg to find,
a thorns of wine i drink all night.
I know that life is short,
all my desires i want to lay in you,
but not every night blesses my to,
so i dream.
I am burning till the track ends,
and night turns back into dusk,
i m just a fool,
of my heart.
Ah,ah,ah,ah,ah,ah,
Darkness of the light,
feeling so great in the hug of hands
that the death offers, id like to die.
Ah,ah,ah,ah,ah,ah,
The life as thing worths a shit,
but if there is someone you can
cry for all night, do i really want to die.
i love loneliness and sadness but
there is no one to hear my prayers
i am not free.
I love when silence is my night,
empty bottle with rose thorns deep
in the glass of my life
id like hope to die.
A tasteless wine poisoned by tears,
i pour it on the stars does it even worth it.
Ah,ah,ah,ah,ah,ah,
Darkness of the light,
feeling so great in the hug of hands
that the death offers, id like to die.
Ah,ah,ah,ah,ah,ah,
The life as thing worths a shit,
but if there is someone you can
cry for all night, do i really want to die.
A pointless passion i beg to find,
a thorns of wine i drink all night.
I know that life is short,
all my desires i want to lay in you,
but not every night blesses my to,
so i dream.
I am burning till the track ends,
and night turns back into dusk,
i m just a fool,
of my heart.
Ah,ah,ah,ah,ah,ah,
Darkness of the light,
feeling so great in the hug of hands
that the death offers, id like to die.
Ah,ah,ah,ah,ah,ah,
The life as thing worths a shit,
but if there is someone you can
cry for all night, do i really want to die.
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