Is the white-winged one fallen or it shouldn't have happened
Again the voice of reason has fallen silent when it falls into an old hole
Like a fly in a net
Wrapped in a thread
Knowing that it won't be long
Like the kiss of death
On your lover's lips
Waiting for the moment when I can fly
On the edge of the vortex's throat - like before
Changes characters in a trap
But not the mood
The truth depends on the perspective
Can't predicts the wind
Makes the mind sparkle with gold everything it wants
Like a harbinger of danger
Like a scent in the air
A moment before the time of a storm
Like a touch on the forehead
On the lips of your loved one
Saying that never again
On the edge of the vortex - like before
Changes characters in a trap
But not the mood
I want to see everything but never pay the price for anything
On the edge of the vortex - like before too
Changes characters with a trap
But not the mood

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