It only seems to you it’s still an empty room.
All those who refused the true communion,
whose tenderness my lips had never got,
are written in the History forever.
It only seems to you it’s still an empty room.
It only seems to you we won’t leave a trace.
They cynically fought me from the envy,
the fruits of souls wandering the Earth
are yet recorded in the Holy Tablets.
It only seems to you we won’t leave a trace.
It only seems to you that Love is just a fake.
They thought the world of angels was a fable,
were laughing at the beings having wings,
but saved by them from Evil beings always.
It only seems to you that Love is just a fake.
It only seems to you it’s so cold at night.
It’s in the heart the real lamps are blazing,
the Temple of the Memory warms us
with gentle smiles – without any candles.
It only seems to you it’s so cold at night.
February 17, 2008
It only seems to you
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