I feel sweet perfumes,
that sing your white skin,
my soul dwells in three beings,
I barely crawl through the white moon.
Winter, once my love,
Terror in loneliness,
After that summer, every summer was evil.
I'm searching for you, three lives and an eternity.
Broken, empty bottles, lots of nights burning,
Through smoke, I wrote my being
What are you searching for in fake faces,
when I can fulfill your Wish?
I beg thee, throw away the flowers,
my eternal forest, you are!
The dusk calls me,
No matter how many times you leave,
You are mine.
You've set winter to my soul,
but you knew I differed,
Child of cold, born with a death wish,
Deep searches and seeming lies.
I begin to forget your numbers,
through 3 springs,
I shake off my ways,
And I remember "the 1st" like it was yesterday.
The house is destroyed,
If you look for inside your soul, it's missing.
I wake up from dreams, suddenly,
the heartbeat stops.
But, after a long time,
I see us, in a broken frame,
Happy, lost in time,
The nightmare was covered with the first shovels dirt.
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Pric