With Every Suffering - 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