BLOOD AND GASOLINE
He's crawling in darkness, that's hiding him patiently:
He's speechless and every his breath is occasional.
There are demon lights in his eyes, madly glittering,
But his young gipsy heart, so stone-cold, is indifferent
To the beauty of Gana and stars, her surrounding,
To the innocent souls and the curses, it's wounding...
You must know: the way back for you will be impossible
And the dreams you do live for can never be trustable.
Sin you keep in your mind will stay unforgivable:
None of your angel's prayers could gift you small miracle.
And no matter, that she's, whom you hunt, only seventeen:
This spring night will be colored by blood and by gasoline,
Tongues of fire will lick sweet black soil so passionly...
You could not understand, that love comes so frustrationly?