With Every Suffering-Classical Artists/Mournful Gust

Stare... I´ve pulled out the heart what to humour your whim Hold it... your hands... such cold and severe I don´t believe in your cold... I don´t believe in your callousness I don´t believe in a shadow above my headboards... I don´t believe Shadow... the unique gift from you I press to heart... I feel nothing And with every beat You leave me... with every suffering ... the unique gift from you I press to heart... I feel nothing And with every breath ... with every suffering You... nothing to recollect... I always waited... I drank your water and did not know that it is poison So it is far from light... I am cold... it is hurt me... Dawn above my headboard and cold dew... I don´t believe It will return again... I shall wait I shall be ready... to leave forever Stare... I don´t believe... I am in your hands There is no day... there is no night... only my pulse in your hands My heart is in your hands... I am in your... Shadow... the unique gift from you I press to heart... I feel nothing And with every breath ... with every suffering