The heart is blind. It still believes
The sun will come and never leaves.
Tomorrow's day will bring a jive
that better then all former life.
I walk across the fairy park.
There was so quiet and so dark.
No sound, no light... no feeling left.
I met no-one, I met myself.
Like in a mirror I saw my past:
My thoughts, that I lost at last.
I saw my dreams what I have lost
And sorrow what I mourned most.
I wish I could have keep them all,
But autumn comes and leaves will fall,
And wind will send them like a mail
To all my wishes what have fail.
Let keep in mind: sun will come,
Some other thougths will be done,
Some other wishes will come true,
And probably, in them will be you.
The heart is blind, its won't believe
That sun is gone and golden leaf
As falling down to frozen dust
Keep warming up eternal lust.