(3-4-4-1)
I’m still feeling your hair in my hand,
Still watching throughout the cascade of sand,
Still believing, that it could not be the end.
Still chase you...
I’m still flying in the clouds like a kite,
Still tracing your life from the marvelous height,
Still hoping it was just sickness or blight.
Still chase you...
I’m still lying in the grave like a stiff,
You are watching on me from the slide of a cliff,
But even death can’t persuade my belief.
Cause I still chase you...
Still Chase You
© Copyright: Антон Стеценко, 2016
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