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IÂ’m getting tired to live without you,
I donÂ’t understand these signs, these faces,
speaking about fairytales,
just like I would have written them,
am I insane,
or just another dream,
am I insane,
or just another dream,

My memories fade like pieces in the snow,
my precious is slowly melting away,
heartÂ’s getting frozen,
my breath's becoming cold,
hold me my dear when I let go,


These walls used to speak to me,
now theyÂ’re silent, only whipsering,
that man who is he,
naked in the dark he stares at me,
what kind of life,
what gave birth to you,
what kind of life,
was it worth to you,

listen to the raindrops on the window,
listen to the sound of lovers laughs,
listen to the autumn chords,
they arenÂ’t coming back anymore,