Exile, struggle, Existence?
All come at night in silence,
I think i can do it with a smile
Believing in salvation for a while.
afterwards falling on my knees,
And the tears on my lips
Like a snowflakes in the rain
Are dropping dead inside my head.
what shall I do in a melting snow?
Just looking trough the window
Like in ‘Satan's Tango’?
Maybe I do!
Maybe I fly like snowflake
Like dreamers do!
Maybe I kiss you
Like lovers do!
Maybe I reborn
Like believers do!
Maybe I die as I've never been
Like Grieg’s tune of violin!
Maybe I will, maybe you will
Bring my forgotten leaf
from the childish grief,
like a mirror of my past,
And my silent lips will not miss
Your last and only one kiss.