Diverse

Pentru ca am zis ca ar fi pacat sa le las sa se piarda:

And so I would like to scream

But my words are just turning into silence

That life's like a script from a dream

One squeezed with scents of violence.

November

Shattered dreams left behind,

Have no tendencies to be kind

Black shadows slipped through fingers

And a fade nostalgia that lingers...

Crush some dreams

And cast a spell

Break my wings

And then yell: got no hopes for you to sell...