Nice Memories in sad days

by Escobar   Jun 7, 2004



Like in my dreams we are walking through my garden
But when I just see you
You disappear
But I still hear your steps
and see your traces
in the wet lawn

Seas of tears
I’ve spilt for you
But you are stolen of me
They left me here
Defenceless, helpless
In a desert without an end

But your picture remains in my soul
And will never opened by another
Except my heart
Wherever I will go
Your voice is with me
and will comfort me

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