The separated
Don't write. I am sad, and I would want to fade away.
The beautiful summers without you, it's the night without torch.
I closed my arms which cannot reach you,
The beautiful summers without you, it's the night without torch.
I closed my arms which cannot reach you,
And to knock at my heart, is to knock at the grave.
Don't write!
Don't write. Let us learn only to die to ourselves.
Ask only God... only you, if I loved you!
In the bottom of your absence to listen that you love me,
it is to hear the sky without ever going up there.
Don't write!
Don't write. Let us learn only to die to ourselves.
Ask only God... only you, if I loved you!
In the bottom of your absence to listen that you love me,
it is to hear the sky without ever going up there.
Don't write!
Frank Horvat
Don't write. I fear you; I am afraid of my memory;
It kept your voice which often calls me.
Do not show the white-water to whom cannot drink it.
A dear writing is a living portrait.
Don't write!
Do not show the white-water to whom cannot drink it.
A dear writing is a living portrait.
Don't write!
Frank Horvat
Don't write these soft words which I don't dare to read anymore.
It seems that your voice spreads them on my heart;
That I see them burn through your smile;
It seems that a kiss imprints them on my heart.
Don't write!
Don't write!
Marceline Desbordes-Valmore
Floyd Lee - Mean Blues