In the cold of march
She feels ok,
But I'm lying to myself:
I don't want to see her fly away,
Autumn of her life…
Understand she's fighting a stronger enemy
But she's loosing,
She slowly falls and knows these are the last days.
Oh God! Don't let us pass away!
She flies - in my dream -
She flies and I'm crying.
I never pray, never trust a Holy Land,
Just ahead and wait….
With a strange old man who loves his angels
And never tries to kill them.
Today she's gone, my world is cold
And my heart is bleeding;
The cold stone I see is all that remains,
It's only sadness everywhere.
She flies - in my dream -
She flies and I'm crying.
Who is this insane God
Who takes her so far away?
Only ashes left to love
But memories remain.
He breaks my soul, my heart,
Steals her, but he has no right!
Is it really possible
To accept and conceal?!
She flies - in my dream -
She flies and I'm crying.
He's probably laughing at my pain,
Enjoys my suffering.
He gave me a son to love,
Robbed my mom the day after.
I will never forget,
Never forgive your act:
Be proud I'm down, insane God,
I have to let her go.

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