Hello, my Death, I'm glad we speak the same language, I have often needed somebody who would not care who I am now, Who knows me and who would open the door to my home for me. Teach me what can be said by me, Teach me, the words are indifferent like a knife. But the one who wants love is twice as defenseless And not knowing You, he moves as if in the darkness. And everyone speaks about love with words, Everyone... >>