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Macbeth
Macbeth — My desdemona
Macbeth — My desdemona (текст песни)
Treason has done his worst Bright angel of darkness How does it feel Stabbing your god in the back? Pierced the heart By a falling star I need to ask you What is love? Cruelty is the name Of this wicked game A scent of winter smothered The flame burning in your breast Watching our dreams Fall down to the ground I need to ask you What is love? I walk in utter darkness Looking for an answer Bleeding for your lies In a bed of thorns I’m lying By your hand I’m dying How can real love lie? Golden memories Burn in a funeral pyre Behind your springlike eyes Autumn rules has a king Let there be light Save my doleful trust I need to ask you What is love?