Did you not know?
That I too sang my hymns
in languages you will never understand.
As I hang myself; still alive
in those rooms slightly swayed by an
approaching dusk.
Pensive. I walk toward you,
Did you really not know?
Did you not know?
That I too sang my hymns
in languages you will never understand.
As I hang myself; still alive
in those rooms slightly swayed by an
approaching dusk.
Pensive. I walk toward you,
Did you really not know?