When I weep on your shoulder you caress me with the warmest embrace Tears are not a comfort but truly a great suffering Scarring of the soul a reminder
Fordítás: Temetés. Valóban A szenvedés.
that I have made Devoid of sound, fury or motion, sense, movement or speech Awaiting a terminus that never will come You're a marionette bound by my
m sure that you can Not sure that you can Did death do us part? Well, to us now we're truly dead Oh, suffer my heart As our funeral still lives in my
