The Cranberries. Empty.

Жиль Де Брюн: литературный дневник

Something has left my life,
and I don't know where it went to,
somebody caused me strife,
and it's not what I was seeking.


Didn't you see me, didn't you hear me?
Didn't you see me standing there?
Why did you turn out the lights?
Did you know that I was sleeping?


Say a prayer for me,
help me to feel the strength, I did.
My identity, has it been taken?
Is my heart breaking on me?


All my plans fell thought my hands,
they fell thought my hands on me.
All my dreams it suddenly seems,
it suddenly seems,
empty,
empty,
empty



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