This soft moonless night,
Wipes away my tears
I promised I won't cry,
But why did it appear?
Left on this bitter night,
In this dormant forest.
I'm roasting my heart;
On the flame of sorrows.
While tongues of fire dance,
And the smoke silently settles;
Like ashes of fallen stars,
Like ashes of rose petals.
I hear no sounds nor glow
Anymore... What is now left?
No tenderly-wild flames of love,
But weak warmth of dead regrets.
The smoke has finally settled,
What's there, on the land
A petal, not demaged by the fire.
I carefully take it in my hand.
The sunset lightens the sky
And turns away the night.
I'm holding last petal of my heart,
one last chance to survive.
Wipes away my tears
I promised I won't cry,
But why did it appear?
Left on this bitter night,
In this dormant forest.
I'm roasting my heart;
On the flame of sorrows.
While tongues of fire dance,
And the smoke silently settles;
Like ashes of fallen stars,
Like ashes of rose petals.
I hear no sounds nor glow
Anymore... What is now left?
No tenderly-wild flames of love,
But weak warmth of dead regrets.
The smoke has finally settled,
What's there, on the land
A petal, not demaged by the fire.
I carefully take it in my hand.
The sunset lightens the sky
And turns away the night.
I'm holding last petal of my heart,
one last chance to survive.
