Sorin - Mihai Grad

My dyin\' bride Comes through the sea, And she\'s more white Than one can be. You,my beloved girl, Please always come to me, When angel you will be Or just a lovely ghost. The radio plays

When I look into your coffin, I can feel your shinny eyes, When I lay my head on your pillow, I feel that I can touch your mind. When I\'m staring at your picture, I feel like dead without your

Another church, Is it a way to reach the Heaven Or just another joke... Alone under my thoughts I\'m listening a prayer, My grave shines waiting for me, I\'m lost in my pain, Wanting to be in

Feed me with poison, Feed me with pain, Melt me\'n oblivion, Leave me insane! Throw me a reason, Sell me its vain... Sweep my addiction To most blue rain. Feed me with fire, Feed me on

Egophobia is just a word, like oasis, voodoo or esperanto. Nothing to fear of, except ourselves, but why should someone be afraid of him/herself? After all, whom to trust if not myself? Although

Life melts emptying my mind, I don\'t wanna lay behind Of the courtain of your dream, And I think I\'m gonna scream About the time I\'ve lost W\'le I was haunted by my ghost, From another

They\'ll kill your memories When your moment dies, So build your monument When you\'re still alive. They\'ll try to suck your blood, Make you deny your soul And then an end will come For you

You\'re closer to Earth than I am, Just staring at me Without the slightest trace of blinking, Only the frozen grin you\'ve never shown To anyone before. You\'re nobody from now on, A rancid

Behind every word there\'s a silent place Where squeezed sayings melt one into the others, Dreams fall into reality when we don\'t expect, Nor realize till it\'s too late, Even for regrets, Care

My dinner is a glass of Loneliness Melted in some tears spoiled by silence, Then I\'m throwing myself over the hard rock I call bed Waiting to join my dreams So long expected, Wishing to come

There is a God I don\'t have the talent to forget, Too dreams to lie, I wish I had a green dog And I remained blue-eyed and white-haired Like while my oldest me once Upon a time. There was a

I\'m my own poet, I\'m my sole shadow, I\'m my only crime, I\'m haunting my way, I\'m killing my soul, I\'m denying myself. My lost tomb is blue, I\'m stepping into Each second comes

I am a city of stone, My blood is a river of sadness and solitude Carrying all the nothings I hide inside Into the rancid swamp called heart I\'m said to possess, Like a flower is nothing While