03.06.2020
Mari
A cold hand is still decorating the naked boat.You're still waitng for the familiar voice, shoulder to your shoulder.
Somethig broke, dispersed somewhere near the heart.
Even the smile disappeared, it went after the mad tornado.
What can make you forget those warm hands?
Baby, you are left alone, with happy colours*.
Don't fill up your kind eyes with tears.
What can you do, you can't hide from ths life.
What can make you forget those warm hands?
Baby, you are left alone, with happy colours.
Don't fill up your kind eyes with tears.
What can you do, you can't hide from ths life.
Those cold hands, with happy colours, what can you do, you can't hide from ths life.
Those warm hands... Something disappeared.