You have become the power,
That made me come back
Where I belong; Moscow said hello
And I’m here to live for more.
Still thinking we belong,
But time changes everything
And then I meet you on the shore.
Your eyes are the deepest storm,
Where the devil and angel are covered,
But no one will know if it’s light or darkness.
You can show me your inner boy
And tell about your scariest fears.
Boy you are a demon of my soul!
You bring me to the patience
You bring me to the tornado
We’ll never be alone
on the boat of our mystic love.
demon of my soul
© Copyright: Милена Вандерфлёр, 2019
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