Crash
03.01.2011 21:48
Crash
Between snowy clouds,
sometimes on a highway,
you can hear fool´s cry,
who forgot to pray.
Like a flake is falling,
from the creamy sky,
low mass without silent,
faith is passing by.
Maybe soul is feathery,
remember me, please,
and behind the curtain,
wonder where God is.
sometimes on a highway,
you can hear fool´s cry,
who forgot to pray.
Like a flake is falling,
from the creamy sky,
low mass without silent,
faith is passing by.
Maybe soul is feathery,
remember me, please,
and behind the curtain,
wonder where God is.