I can't wash my hands
Of my victim’s blood.
There is in my soul
Only dust and mud.
I can't wash my hands
Of my victim’s blood.
Do you really need
Mutilated heart?
I’m begging you for me
Save in your heart the light.
It was my guide to home
Every cold darkest night.
I'm the ozon hole
On your atmosphere.
There’s my heart in chest.
You are really here.
But I can’t be yours.
Blame it on my shame.
I can’t let you play
In my dirty game.
I’m begging you for me
Save in your heart the light.
Or I will never win
Every my bloody fight.
Forward, left or right?
The road is not for me?
Soul is black or white?
Who do I want to be?
Last step on the ground,
First waft of the wing,
I could never bring
To you anything.
I’m begging you for me
Save in your heart the light.
After my stupid death
Don’t stop your magic flight.
