Where did our colors fade?
Where buried the beautiful memories?
Words started to make a prison
love started to die quietly
I lie, if I claim
that I'm his, only for him
I lie, when I speak
That's why I'm usually quiet
I smile only once again
I guess this is the last night
Warmth evaporates to the evening sun
I turn away and I'm alone on the road
I lie, if I claim
that I'm his, only for him
I lie, when I speak
That's why I'm usually quiet