FCaG

I. I saw you flying away,
running into the air,
you were this breeze, scent of September,
Crackling fireplace and color of ripe grapes,
too many drunken whiners,to drunken liars,

I'm standing here now on my nostalgic gloom,
in a forest of fire and gold
,,Moonlight Sonata" is playing downtown in the crowd,
I feel some numb and i faint,
I miss the beuty of love,
in the mount of September,
when Summer is gone,
but it's not yet fall,
You belong to my winter,
sorry if it hurts
But for me is no time,
to carry on, to carry on


II. Feelings were pure and untouched,
Crisps like the air of my breath,
neither too bold, nor freezing cold,
I hate the pandemoinium,
I'm searching for equilibrium,
what i look for is balanced love

I'm standing here now on my nostalgic gloom,
in a forest of fire and gold
"Moonlight Sonata" is playing downtown in the crowd,
I feel some numb and i faint,
I miss the beuty of love,
in the mount of September,
when Summer is gone,
but it's not yet fall,
You belong to my winter,
sorry if it hurts
But for me is no time,
to carry on, to carry on x2