These are my hands, but what can they give me?
These are my eyes, but they cannot see
These are my arms, but they don't know tenderness
And I must confess that I am usually drawn to sadness
And loneliness has never been a stranger to me, but
Chorus:
Love tried to welcome me
But my soul drew back
Guilty of lust and sin
Love tried to take me in
These are my lips, but they whisper sorrow
This is my voice, but it's telling lies
I know how to laugh, but I don't know happiness
And I must confess, instead of spring, it's always winter
And my heart has always been a lonely hunter, but still
Chorus2:
Love tried to welcome me
But my soul drew back
I was covered with dust and sin
Love tried to take me in
Love tried to break me
And I must confess, instead of spring, it's always winter
And my heart has always been a lonely hunter, but still
(chorus, inserting "I was" before "Guilty")
(chorus2, removing "I was")
[Love tried to break me]
Love tried to welcome me
But my soul drew back
Guilty of lust and sin
[I was covered with dust, covered with sorrow]
Love tried to take me in
[Covered]
Still, love tried to welcome me
But my soul drew back
[Guilty of lust and sin]
Covered with dust and sin
Love tried to take me in
[Love tried to break me]
Love tried to welcome me
[Love tried to welcome me]
But my soul drew back
Guilty of lust and sin
[But my soul drew back]
Love tried to take me in
[I was covered with sadness]
Greito maisto valgykloj "uzkalnieciai" susitinka bulkute, sasyskyte ir buterbrodukas. Ateina jiems skundziasi surainis, desrainis ir falafelainis, kad ju niekas nenori. Buterbrodukas sako: mes irgi ne madoj. Surainis: - tai kada sugrisim i mada?
Susitinka ziemkentys, jarube ir aruodas.
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