THE EPICENTER OF LOVE

You are laughing in your sleep not afraid of scaring
the one who's in dark has managed to become the darkness
he's waiting helplessly the promised feast
and he's somebody's victim and someone's idol

You are still asleep in the breath of the rain
you are dreaming of Paris it cannot go without Paris
And the dark one is not showing much movement
Watching the dawn with black realm of his eye

In this land on a such a grim day
When april breathes on the back of november
Please help me to find between fairy stars
The epicenter of love

Your lips are crimson and shine with warmth
He wants it so much to turn alive after
he's counting in his mind how many steps
to be made to reach the warmth
and to have a sip it's dreams

In this land on a such a grim day
When april dictates a line to november
when there's ashes in the sky
and plastic on branches
drift between the high banks my ice-floe
to the epicenter of love

You are laughing in your sleep not afraid of scaring
the one who's in dark has managed to become the darkness
Rains of sun are already wandering over his face
and it is soon that the vague dance of a candle will come to end

In this land on a such a celebration day
when the november gets flowers from april
help me to find between the sacks of flax
the epicenter of love

written by atmoravi
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