The minutes we built,belong to us, in flames we dry our tears to change the wheel of life that swords of fate cut through. Hopes and dreams,mortal wounds born together,dying apart distant embraces that we share just to love ain't enough. Tell me, what really matters, beyound our fantasy skies within naked illusions of hearts without a heart? Our eyes see vanishing light our lifes in endless fight the minutes we built,unworthy to save us a piece of time. I know what matters to me but what gives me most fear is dreaming life without you while you will be so near.
Σ'ευχαριστώ για το πέρασμά σου από τη σελίδα μου. Ο στίχος σου αν και αγγλικός είναι αρκετά καλός.Θα τα λέμε!
Se balan sta taste!!! YEAH!!
para poly kaloi stixoi
Και πολυ δυστυχως (εννοειται) δεν ειναι δικο μου! Στην φωτο εσυ εισαι?