Where were you,
When I was playing the violin of your memories on...
Neither I live
Nor I die, just sigh...
Often I use to wander mute along countryside
Feeling breathless but still walking...
If I'll stay
I'll be only in your way...
Where were you,
When I was playing the violin of your memories on...
I intoxicate you in the way you do
You aspire me for a fine love clue...
Future is allowed but time is arrested, would you like to have all of the future yours without any struks. |