Your eyes, and the corners of your lips,
my hands touch your soft skin,
and my hard exterior melts,
the breeze of summer,
and you leave a winter storm in my heart.
How perfectly the world passes in the silence of your eyes.
German is utilitarian whilst French is beautiful,
our english is a bore, and spanish is too full of coincidences,
your eyes and your smile,
spoke two words in none of the above
and my heart died in a thousand ways,
ich sterbe,
je meurs,
me muero,
i die.
The stillness in your arms breaks the beating of our hearts,
and for a moment we are at peace,
for just a moment,
and this moment will be long enough for a lifetime.
The light of your love, was too bright for the blind fool,
the beat of your heart for him so loud he could not hear even with his ear pressed against your breast,
he kept walking, silently, until he reached the grave,
then he turned and finally saw,
what you were,
what he had not seen,
all that could have been,
what he had missed,
the noise of a life with you took him away,
and blew him into the grave,
into a tomb of regret,
to be once again,
silent and blinded.
by death.
The banging of our drums is loud enough to waken the gods,
as the devils sit deaf upon their ivory thrones.
Le ciel a pu tomber,
la terre a pu se soulever,
mais mon coeur,
mon coeur se reposera en place,
dans vos mains.
Cette bête qui vous capture sur le film, pourrait développer des sentiments.
I will stand alone in my protest of love,
i will stand for longer than two months,
for you i would stand for two lifetimes,
for you i would stand forever,
i would stand alone,
against them all,
against the world,
for you i stand.
That dark house at the end of your childhood,
the bricks and cement of memories,
and the regret of those you let fall.
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