In each random meeting, some piece of azure blossoms
In each random meeting, some piece of azure blossoms for every first-time stare - the fragrance of the blue was it or was it not - there are some nights such as so your night - oh, it was his, his night was not for you
their meeting was by chance, chances too, are believed in Her devastated state, he was quiet and drunk then he asked: "excuse me, what good a world we live in if at times you still meet a false wonder, debunked"
It was he whom she loved, he's in love with the tavern and they both were in love with streets in the night At midnight their escort was the moon with great passion his smile said "rest well now" she stayed quiet "goodnight"
was it or was it not: that matter - I don't know it her night - oh, it was his. His night was not for her In each random meeting - it's deadly and you know it the lyrics of the fates are right in the center
it was he whom she loved, he was in love with the wine, and they both were in love with collecting the stars Oh the moon, yes he loved the both of them for a while for the moon so much loves to love those that are loved
they silenced - they were scared of shattering the silence just the pet of his view is petting the head she envied his wine because his lip was kissing a red cordial glass from kinds of wine and mead
was it or was it not; innocence, perhaps meaning on her narrow doorstep the nights came to an end was it or was it not - a false dream or a wonder his night was not for her, her night was his to end
the sunsets did not wait, so rushed they are in these days the sunsets which were in danger of reaching the shore she had thought: "what terribly funny our world is if the love inside it could be so sure"
it was he whom she loved, he's in love with the tavern and they both were in love with the sharp, painful fear the sunsets did not wait, until once the moon listened to what her whisper said in one night to his ear:
"was it or was it not, the matter - I don't know it. my night - oh, is was yours, your night was not for me In every random meeting - some piece of azure is killed I'm tired of this love... goodbye to you not me"
In each random meeting, some piece of blue flowers for every first glance - the scent of the blue was it real or not - there are some nights like this your night - oh, it was his, his night was not for you
their meeting was by chance, and chance is believed in Her broken state, he was silent and drunk then he asked: "excuse me, what good is this world if sometimes you still meet a false wonder, disproved?"
It was he whom she loved, he loves the tavern and they both loved the streets at night At midnight their companion was the passionate moon his smile said "rest well now" she quietly said "goodnight"
was it real or not: that matter - I don't know her night - oh, it was his. His night was not for her In each random meeting - it's dangerous and you know it the songs of fate are right in the middle
it was he whom she loved, he loved the wine, and they both loved gathering the stars Oh the moon, yes he loved both of them for a time for the moon loves to love those who are loved
they were quiet - they feared breaking the silence just the pet of his gaze is stroking the head she envied his wine because his lips were kissing a red glass of wine and mead
was it real or not; innocence, maybe meaning on her narrow doorstep the nights came to an end was it real or not - a false dream or wonder his night was not for her, her night was his to finish
the sunsets did not wait, they are so hurried these days the sunsets which were at risk of reaching the shore she thought: "what a funny world we live in if the love within it could be so certain"
it was he whom she loved, he loves the tavern and they both loved the sharp, painful fear the sunsets did not wait, until the moon listened to what her whisper said one night to his ear:
"was it real or not, the matter - I don't know. my night - oh, it was yours, your night was not for me In every random meeting - some piece of blue is lost I'm tired of this love... goodbye to you not me