Sky weeps yet colourless
Lullaby lies in dust of cold silence
Wishes don’t fall with the stars
No more
Lips slowly whisper to the painter’s eyes
No more
But the heart, oh, a purest one
Still longs for a shore
White prayer of innocent love
Barely warmed by world’s lies
Barely dreamed by hopes untied
Sleep within, my dear love
Revive me once inside your heart
Ink is pale without a verse
Poem is dead without a feeling
Without love the heart won’t ever burn
Without you I have nothing within
There is nothing to care
No heart to bear
No sweetest dream to caress
Nothing left but dead silence
Ink is pale without a verse
Poem is dead without a feeling
Without love the heart won’t ever burn
Without you I have nothing within
No tale to imagine
No soul of the sea
No eyes with colours of an ocean deep
Beauty, nor dream
Silence, nor gloom
All my innocence for you