Look at my hands
they are covered with blood...

Please don't deny my love
every word you refuse it...

I made up my mind
this hell I have been living in...

Two shadows moving on the ground
a mother is holding her daughter's hand...

Watching your lips moving
forming words...

Reality is plastic
life is gymnastics...

You don't have to die
to scream aloud...

From the tears we cried
grew up dandelions on ground...

Do not wake her.
Let her dream...

If you want me
I am here for you today...

If you would like me
like I do to you...

Did he fall
did he crawl...