The curls of my oblivion,
Her eyes that fill the sky...
Can't get this pain alone,
Exclaiming only: "why?"
Now I've reached this bound
Between the darkness and light,
Sometimes I hear your sound
And must use my might...
Oh, I can't help screaming,
Can't help screaming...
Screaming through the night.
High above there's a black cloud -
It deafens my voice...
In withered garden the rose I've found -
Came the time for the last choice...
Oh, I can't help screaming,
Can't help screaming...
Screaming to my night...
Can t help screaming
© Copyright: Шенгелия Михаил, 2006
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