...if I've ever had a hidden gothic soul ?!?...
...or I've ever been a lost lonely heart...
... ...
Do you have your rose
somewhere there between the stars,
that keeps her prickles till your care
and waits for your breath and your sight?...
Could the stars see the tears,
that reflect their lights from the sky?
Could the sun remove the tears
and take the place of the stars in the eyes?...
... ... ...
We aren't one soul, we belong to different worlds...
The time and the distance are deceptive...
we speak with different words...
We have different thoughts, experience, tastes...
... ...
Because you entered in my mind,
because you occupied my heart,
because to your words I reply with naive lyrics -
so strange for me at all...
Because I feel your soul, because I feel your sorrow,
because we have the same lacks,
because of the painful sense of life,
because of the emptiness in the world....
...
... ...
Love is so easy for any others, life is so easy
for the minds, not tempted by the death...
Do you still strive for the meaning...
Could you say your loneliness is the rule?...
... ...
We aren't one soul, we aren't one world,
we aren't two lost lovers in the dreary universe...
... And I couldn't let you go out
because of the touch of the souls...
(if just mine had been touched?...
you entered there despite the gates...)...
...And I couldn't let you out,
because you'll leave a bareness in me if you leave...
