La Resistans alternative-rock / Cheb

No sooner than all stars fall
No sooner than your lips dry out
Then darkness is filling my soul
Turning to trash

Frail buterflies falling asleep
In their flower homes
And white flags soaking in blood
Of your delicate ankles

I'm choking by despair
Clouds touching the wet earth
I would cry for every last nap
Of your hair, scared

I'm choking by despair