Сloud of morphine in your eyes.
Sun is shining through the closed door.
I am filling pain under my feet.
Rocks will drain our bodies.
You are blind…Сloud of morphine in your eyes.
Sun is shining through the closed door.
I am filling pain under my feet.
Rocks will drain our bodies.
You are blind monk,
I’m your guardian.
We will go through the sorrow together,
Till our blood is over.
Under the moonlight we’ll stay
On the shore of the star sea.
But… The little piece of sand
Will take last breath of oxygen.
Veil of the night covered our minds.
Foam will dissolve last leg’s bones.
I pull into the dark of people shadows.
It’s the end of story about falling stars.
