Plamenev - Fast burning

Look at shooting stars falling with fast ignition. Feel the night’s allure; I can hear your call. All the secret dreams of love and joyful wishes Given by the night to an eager soul; Let’s take them all! And subtle whisper will grow to a yell; Our nights of love will not have the end, But everlasting is the shortest spell When Love holds our hearts right in its hand. Mild and tender sun gifts a bit of sunlight, Warming up the bosom capable for love. What we’re living for? The answer isn’t outright, When you don’t have love there is no light above And then your life is off. You’re looking fondly at the beloved face Belonging to your mother or your dad; But everlasting could end up its race – And by design of God they will be dead. We’re looking with greed at the beloved face; Love is salvation from the dreadful end; But everlasting will end up its race – And by design of God we’ll all be dead! Picture from: Warcraft