A keresés eredménye

The Stinger

At the ground that I step on
At the land that I first saw you
I don't sell my sun
I have loved you here and I will love you here
Here, the grass lights up as censer
 
And I have a sky
The one you threw away and disappeared
And even though I hurt deep inside
I swear you are never going to know about it
 
I will decorate the hair tonight
With a branch, empty moon
And I will hold the golden stinger
The poison I kept for you, smells nice
And a tear won't be shed
 
My dear,
All these things you haven't told me
are more bitter than a lie
They sleep inside me, they calm for a bit
and then they come out with a sobbing storm.