The Lust - Days In Black Max DeLmar Mix

Текст песни

Those days: red, blue and white…
There’re gone, there’re almost out of sight
And echos of beautiful verses
Remembers noone in the night
Simulations with reality,
Manipulations of misery,
Incompatible blood’s transfusion…
Whim of days in black…
Memories are strange and pale
Like being contrary with written fairytale.
Again, this well-known state of loosing myself.
This is the way I go, long long way to go.
My honey, he loves me no more
His heart is cold, his voice is rough.
Hope and darkness are wrestling inside.
Please don’t make me fight.
You’re wrong, my dear, my love is for real
But I feel that I’m loosing my ancient skill.
A strange lack is touching my heart, —
The lack of days in black!!!