I see your lashes. When I spread my wings,
Inside my costume hides a broken heart.
I feel no guilty. I know what it means.
And thousand stars line up like a chart.
I see the beauty in a dark of night.
I'm gonna tell you, I was born in hell.
But when I hold you, you can hold me tight.
And you don't know me, but I know you well.
My tender whisper crawls into your ear,
And frost of fingers slips inside your hair.
But don't forgive me, when I disappear
In crowd of madness on a summer fair.
I'll be your story for a lonely time
To tell to some one, who could understand.
But know one thing: love is not a crime.
And even if it comes to very end...