I lie.
Scraps on the pages.
In a dirty snow,
Our little fairy tale.
I'm here
Just to feed the birds,
And stronger
I can not be.
You look
With too much tenderness
And affection,
But in the dirty snow.
I lie, I fall, I see something, I do not run,
But the dream is gone and it's not for me
I lie, I fall, I see something, I do not run,
But the dream is gone and it's not for me
I run
In silence of my little salvation,
More and more words
And each rustle has an occasion.
I fall
And dissolve myself in you
And both of us
In a dirty snow
And all
The delirious shores
And birds have no food left
And I can not give them more
I lie, I fall, I see something, I do not run,
But the dream is gone and it's not for me
I lie, I fall, I see something, I do not run,
But the dream is gone and it's not for me
I lie, I fall, I see something, I do not run,
But the dream is gone and it's not for me
I lie, I fall, I see something, I do not run,
But the dream is gone and it's not for me