Again the minute and I see slowly I close my eyes again to my head to the streets. .
Dead Expected Colors of Baron Barm Inged As if I have no song I broke this heart. My love is not a craving color The bitter memories of dusty stories I closed my eyes. I am on a snowy road In a blue dream I still capture pain The world is lost in my eyes Makes me a stranger. In the passion of spring !! I see the minute again and I see slowly I see my eyes again I will put my head to the streets again Laughs to the people and I will be on a snowy road Still in a snowy road The sky made me.
