New Year is comming,
One wish in my head.
My dreams are not dying,
I`m going to bed.
And though like a child
I`m going to bed,
I know in the morning
My wish will be set.
Weak light of the candles,
White snow in the streets,
I`m willing you only,
You are my sweet wish.
I look at the mirror,
Guess who I see,
Standing here lonely,
And you`re not with me.
And though like a child
I`m going to bed,
I know in the morning
My wish will be set.
Cold wind of the streets
Has blown the fire,
The candles stand lonely,
I`m nearly crying.
White snow covers ground,
It`s making me mad,
My dreams are dismissing,
But I`m stable yet.
And though like a child
I`m going to bed,
I know in the morning
My wish will be set.
14.12.2002
Wish
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