I could choose a different path
than gamble the thrill
in the land of the midnight Sun.
I could pay a different view
but I let love for you to prevail
and burn vanity inside of me.
I feel the storm is near.
Now I’m watching again
how Moon is bleeding
when Sun is dying.
I feel the storm is near
and this harm is for real.
Now we hear
sound of every tear
much louder
but we should stay silent
again.
We shall pretend
that we are not alive
and walk without noise
just to survive.
We should stay calm
again
with hope the rain will cover
the sound of our steps.
We shall forget today (again)
just to save tomorrow
and find somehow hidden pocket
for sorrow.
Dino Hrvat 