The smile I've borrowed from today...
days of light
days of mistakes.
And when I'm going to cross my frail illusions
all my thoughts turn into a feeble breath of wind.
And everytime I'm losing my control,
and everytime I've tried to do my best
fire put me in shiny chains.
Some time ago I was a queen...
... my black angels... ready to die for me.
But then a frog k**ed all my guilt with a rad sneer.
My guilt was that I had no fear.
For all the time I'm losing that glossy light,
for all the time I've tried to do my best,
fire is still burning my precious sorrow.