NOTE - il testo precedente č una reinterpretazione di questo, antecedente di qualche anno.
I wear a mask
Full of fake tears,
I sold my soul
Throughout these years,
Please, don't go,
But now it's late,
Death could save you from my hate.
I wear a mask
Full of fake dreams,
I sold my soul,
I reached the extreme,
Please, don't go,
But that's your fate,
Death will save you from my hate.
I wear a mask
Full of my smiles,
I sold my soul,
I walked for miles,
I found somewhere
A hidden treasure,
Someone to blame
For all the failures.
Don't go, I said
To my dear mate,
Death just saved you from my hate. |