wrong
She
did the zammine observer
is
You
look at me with your cold gaze
I have never heard you say, my love
My eyes are full of tears
and smiles
They fall like drops of blood,
it hurts
And the bruises fall from the hands of the scraper
These are drops of blood from my heart
My eyes are full of tears and smiles
They fall like drops of blood, it hurts
And the bruises fall
from the hands of the scraper
These are drops of blood from my heart
I was rebellious in myself,
I was crucifying
You look at me with your cold gaze I was rebellious in myself,
I was crucifying
I will not let you go,
so never I did not succeed
You look at me with your cold gaze
My eyes are full of tears
and smiles
They fall like drops of blood, it hurts
And the bruises fall from the hands of the
scraper These are drops of blood from my heart
My eyes are full of tears and smiles
They fall like drops of blood, it hurts
And the
bruises fall from the hands of the scraper These are
drops of blood from my heart These are drops of blood
from my heart These are drops of blood from my heart