Fragile

Ольга Бестужева
I'm melting on the cold stairs
in last november sun rays,
a-waiting is my worst curse.
A thousand of heavy doors
clap with the wind so hard.
And only sky in burning scars,
Embracing me instead bewished..
I'm waiting, holding breath.

Chorus:
But we're all gods.
Yes we're all gods.
Today we're the power,
Tommorrow is too late.
We're all stars.
Yes we're all stars.
We burn and shine,
But just tonight.

The thin lights glide and exhale
In last november soft rays.
We melt and fly around
like fallen golden leaves,
just watching sparkling distant skies
that we have never found,
reflecting in our transparent eyes
the sun learns how to breathe..

Chorus:
But we're all gods.
Yes we're all gods.
Today we're the power,
Tommorrow is too late.
We're all stars.
Yes we're all stars.
We burn and shine,
But just tonight.