*I blinked,
angry.
I closed me,
disappointed.
I looked into the lake,
dispersed.*
It is terribly sad the dawn without you,
now I know, now I know ...
I desire to understand,
ah I want to know ...
Why they are in a precipice of questions?
Why do you took my hand when I was touching the bottom?
You take me in the crowd and leave me ...
You throw me in a frozen river and you watch the sun ...
*I blinked,
angry.
I closed me,
disappointed.
I looked into the lake,
dispersed.*
It is a delirious melancholy ...
Let me, let me ...
I want to walk straight without turning his head
and I hope you going follow me ...
Why is it so hard to watch the sun rise in the horizon? *with out you*
Why is it so hard to look at the night sky of summer?
Do not pretend to hold my hand ... Let me, let me .... * or hold me more *
