IRC-Galleria

Your eyes are my heroin
Your touch is my sin
I want to feel your breath
again on my skin.

Your love is blinding me
Where is the truth, i cant see.
Only the purple that glimmers on the waves
in a summery sunset.

For those who die hatred
for those who are separated
for them belongs a mourning swansong

My beloved, you are the one
For us sings a nightingale.
For us sets this evening sun.