No hope left to die these eyes curse the sky, No tear left to dry my mother's kiss goodbye. My life written in leaves and i see them burning. My heart inside those trees and i can tell it's rotting. Oh,can you believer find me a place to hide, my all is cold and bitter, my hate is left behind. This morning's pale touch when fire gives light in pain i find trust that carries still life.
Perasa gia mia kalispera! :) Eplizo na eisai kala ;)