Ek het gevra vir my siel
Marmerpilare
deur gekerfde koppe
Samstag, 26. Mai 2012
deep in my soul
Recently I was from a city
the high mountains and lakes
I am never tired nit even
Fluctuating they asked for a village festivals
Children laughing gleefully souls
I thought I was home
I've always been fascinated
broke the curtain
Then came the drama
that my soul like a child
touches so much evil and good
so close the game in its gestures
I went home was not drunk
But what about me makes my heart
so hard that I had a moment
a soul touches me hard
without words, without close and kiss without parting word
what is this I do not know so
I miss this girl how this deep in my soul
the high mountains and lakes
I am never tired nit even
Fluctuating they asked for a village festivals
Children laughing gleefully souls
I thought I was home
I've always been fascinated
broke the curtain
Then came the drama
that my soul like a child
touches so much evil and good
so close the game in its gestures
I went home was not drunk
But what about me makes my heart
so hard that I had a moment
a soul touches me hard
without words, without close and kiss without parting word
what is this I do not know so
I miss this girl how this deep in my soul
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