Silver rain

daily, hungarian, self — blue on March 17, 2008 at 19:34

Не съм не съм не съм не съм не съм щастлива днес.

you let me down without a word
today your memory returned
and now I’m walking down the street
in silver rain

not a trace was left behind
though I searched I couldn’t find
reflections of the golden hours
in silver rain

when you lay down by my side
my life was filled with golden light
now the hope is gone
like the starlight at the dawn
faded like a star in the misty morn
in the misty dawn

high above me in the sky
clouds of memories drift by
and the rain keeps falling down
silver rain

1 Comment »

  1. Drops of rains… aren’t they like compassionate tears, falling from someone’s eyes from above you? Look up more, and you will see it!

    Comment by Alegría — Sunday, 23 March 2008 @ 0:13

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