Angel of mine,

I looked for you when the wind snatched happiness. When the bad words intertwined network
no one had heard of heart complaints. My world was dying in my dreams. Thoughts become an enemy.
My heart is a mirror and still looking for the strength to forgive ...
Nieotartych enough tears, hugged me before fate. So many empty days, it is freed
of those moments. Each day away wrath, because his arm strength is.

Sensitivity dreamed saved me ... and satisfied.

This fear trapped me. Nobody heard the sound of tears. Drowned in grief,
to be born again. And today I do not remember anything. Time to calm dreams. She freed herself,
to live. In order not to poison the world's grief tears. So do not ask me ... how many tears flowed,
restored before the sense of fate. How many empty days before he freed himself from those moments?
Each day away wrath, because his arm strength is.

Sensitivity dreamed saved me ... and satisfied.

My angel, you know! I suffered like me!
So I promise you that every day will be my light, those who are lost.

... So many empty days, it freed itself from those moments.
Each day away wrath, because his arm strength is.

Sensitivity dreamed saved me ... and satisfied.

Your sensitivity ...