Night of Dreams

< Inguri



My Lord, as I would not want to lose her! ..
My heart seemed to me, created just for her,
- The one that gives meaning, inspiration, and strength, and passion,
Grey carpet everyday embroidering love magic.
Oh my God! just like I could in it the whole world to lose ...

My God, if only I myself only once praised!
How much force as the heart and the timid flame of hope,
How much faith in it, I put on the scales!
How many fears struggled as branded scoundrels and fools ...
- As I blindly all that sugary falsehood loved ..

! Oh my God, how hard to bear this cross-breaking,
How strong belief that perhaps maybe even
Change, break, break this cycle, and protest
Against your will in my heart burns stigma.
Jesus, give me strength to carry the cross of the end! ..

My God, how dishonest and a liar I am before Thee,
And burning shame hypocritical, remains a slave.
I replaced it thee, thy mercy, love,
Again, I will deliver thee, only sound her cry ...
I despise myself, crawling back to her bow.

My God, why did I come to know it in your heart!
Is it now able to exist without it?
As dark as dark as dark right now in my house ...
What kind of a heart? .. Do not pull it out, not stop.

Where, where is the dawn? ..
Give
forces
your
will
to accept.