Sometimes, it seems fingers, like the thread weave,
it seems ...
Like the wings of woven time are tearing,
it seems ...
Sometimes it pulls the breasts that did not return.
It's hard to breathe sometimes, in sailing sky
But one thing, the sea inside of your happiness,
Do not forget ...
it seems ...
Like the wings of woven time are tearing,
it seems ...
Sometimes it pulls the breasts that did not return.
It's hard to breathe sometimes, in sailing sky
But one thing, the sea inside of your happiness,
Do not forget ...
