Red Shoes

I had so many emotions to get rid off.
And words what to claim from life,
Have hidden itself from time to time
Away from people who had no face
Or no truth to go on.

I’m sorry, but even I had once wings,
Three stars on each one.
So unpretentiously life grazed me,
This fine apocalypse.
And even on summer
The snow is falling for me
’cause in my heart the winter is growing,
Every year more perfect…
And the winds,
From where I can hear the words so supernatural
They play to me dances about white horses

Memories from lives lived before-
These are the echo ahead.
Just like jazz orchestra
And listening this you’ll find different ways to enjoy.

I fell in love of world’s small things
And I wasn’t in love with this place called My Head.
I reach out for the golden, old telephone.
It is the door for my glory,
For my goodbyes.
And I wish I could only know what the words…are
Words of morning.
And I pray for the sins that me and my lover once made
Lover of sunshine.

I was crying and smiled trough all this.
Please don’t fade, dancing shoes in red.
I promise – they are just flies –
Something more,
But yet more beautiful than roundelay in your backyard.

Play to me blues on violin,
Play drum’n'bass on flute.
Asking impossible is like lucid dream,
But it’s all I can ask.
Don’t be afraid.
It is all so easy!.