Uaral - Eternal Beauty Of The Trees текст песни

The pretended smile of the lewdness that he lives on me,
No longer in case alone he makes alike
Upon never to smile of the trees

Dawn: he falls to your feet a tear out of every star
The night: he falls to your feet the unhappiness and the no love

The great problem to breathe,
He is to want the impossible,
Making possible only
Another sigh that he propagates you to lashes the pain