Some female hair, flowers a dead
The bracing smell of rain in the air
Crushing floor, doors opened
Glass tiles ang tears of blood everywhere
Cloudy skies, moaning wind
Chairs, tables upset, a tearing sense
Somebody has been here
a blood-stained man who pretends innocence
So never feel assurance -I breathe out in vengeance
I'll hunt you with my revenge
My law will strike down on you
A narrow street, a purple scarf
Fearsome cat-eyes glowing in the dark
A used-up wallet, her photo therein
Her voice echoes again in the wind
Crumbling walls, long shadows
You can still smell her sweet fragrance
She's only twenty, good-looking, lovely
but still a blood-stained man who pretends innocence
So never feel assurance I breathe out in vengeance
I hunt you with my revenge
My law will strike down on you
Blur of sight, sudden light
Disturbtes the recognition of every mistake
What if I am? By any chance,
a blood-stained man who pretends innocence? |
