Days In Black - The Lust

Those days: red, blue and white…

There’re gone, there’re almost out of sight

And echos of beautiful verses

Remembers noone in the night

Simulations with reality,

Manipulations of misery,

Incompatible blood’s transfusion…

Whim of days in black…

Memories are strange and pale

Like being contrary with written fairytale.

Again, this well-known state of loosing myself.

This is the way I go, long long way to go.

My honey, he loves me no more

His heart is cold, his voice is rough.

Hope and darkness are wrestling inside.

Please don’t make me fight.

You’re wrong, my dear, my love is for real

But I feel that I’m loosing my ancient skill.

A strange lack is touching my heart, —

The lack of days in black!!!