A keresés eredménye

Tonight that we get separated

Now that the moon slides into the clouds,
come beside me for a while and take a sponge
And wet it in my tear that runs desperately,
and erase the past, erase the past
Our poor thought let's not torture,
tonight that we get separated, tonight that we get separated
 
Now that the wind started to sing with sorrow,
every pain of mine gather and every heartbeat
And find a black sea with foaming waves,
and (there) throw the past, throw the past
Our poor thought let's not torture,
tonight that we get separated, tonight that we get separated
 
Now that the blurred night the lightning will tear
from my heart grab the fire that's lit
Firm its flames, and then one by one
burn the past, burn the past
Our poor thought let's not torture,
tonight that we get separated, tonight that we get separated