Looks like fire
You looked at me.
I believed
That I could escape.
I wanted to defend myself
I was already trapped.
Even though I felt
It shouldn't be happening
I still enjoyed drinking the sweet wine.
There was no way to save it any more
Even if it would have been better if I hadn't stayed.
Bird of the night
Fly on.
Your song was beautiful
But unfortunately
Your wings are not meant for me.
Bird of the night
I am crying< br/>But you don't see any tears
They die young in the wind
Young in the wind.
Heaven and hell are often so close
I only know that
Since I was with you;
Because I never wanted to play with feelings.
Even if I burn
Now I'm cold
I painted the wrong picture for myself:
Of Love you didn't say a word
You're still here and yet already so far away.
Bird of the night
Fly on.
Your song was beautiful
But unfortunately
Are your wings not meant for me.
Bird of the night
I cry
But you see no tears
They die young in the wind
Young in the wind.< br/>

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