There's an unceasing wind that blows through this night, there's dust in my eyes that blinds my sight, and silence that speaks so much louder than words.. of promises broken...
Nu exista pentru mine nostalgie mai profunda decat ultimele clipe ale apusului. Sunt clipe in care percepi cu ochiul liber miscarea pamantului, trecerea timpului, sfarsitul inca uneia din piesele marelui puzzle. Iar culorile apusului te fac intotdeauna sa-ti doresti sa fi altundeva... undeva departe..
Where's the lights ? Turn'em on again One more night to bleieve and then Another note for my requiem A memory to carry on Story's over... when the crowds are gone