Scritta da: Andreea Pusa Mosulet
Empty heart
Infinite roads and finite dreams
broken buildings but high walls
i'm walking the boulevard and it seems
all faces are bitter and it falls
or seem already fallen
every wish and dream they had
all hearts are walden
crushing the desire of what
might have been the dream
of love, of passion, of life
leaving their souls empty
like the streets i'm walking
with my eyes shut but seeing
i pretend not to see
not to hope, not to dream
having the fear of not having
neither the dreams nor the hope
come true.
Composta sabato 13 ottobre 2007