EIRE

[deilf]

You'd stolen once my heart away
And left an open wound instead
Since then I know no joyful day
I'm half alive half dead.

I looked for healing but in vain -
No herb, no medicine can me treat.
Your songs - they aggravate my pain
Though making it more sweet...

Now only in my dreams I live,
In dreams about you, my heart...
Can I be healed? I don't beleive
In that while we're apart.


6th of May, 2005