Sing to me, my fallen angel
I adore to listen you.
Give me hope, my sweet dark angel.
Oh, I know, that you’re pure...
You’re cunning lunar creature
Just your voice can so bewitch.
Just with you I begin twitter.
What with me in this dark pitch?
You hesitating touch my cold hand.
I look at your ideal face.
This love affair soon will end
It will get torn like ramshackle lace.
But now I only want to listen
Your charming voice in silent dark .
You look around, smell of treason.
All your desires I can mark...
You begin sing, your sensual voice
I wish to listen the whole night.
For you- admirers are your toys
For me- you are my only knight.
You gave me hope, my fallen angel.
Your song are touching my cold heart.
I believe you, my sweet dark angel.
But you can leave in life just cut.
27.02.2005
Angels song
© Copyright: Сандра Сминт, 2005
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