Why is this happening
Yesterday's love fell on its way to death
Now we don't really know what's going on.
For though the body still stubbornly floats
It seems that feeling has made a pact with dark forces
In words and gifts of a seemingly noble heart
Only that behind the inscription like on a bottle of liquor
hides a false kindness in its purest form
If you drink even one sip you will lose your mind
Outside the window the wind blows in the poor man's eyes
Long live freedom, when today the dug faints
the question is who will be blinded by the shine of goodness
or who will peel off this label of false goodness.
