Walking on Smolengrad dreams, I see the one, who creates a beating of my heart and let me feeling like being in paradise. She is sweet, nothing negative and I believe in I could be the one and I promise myself to ask her.
However I am walking alone home, lights are fading. I am not happy coming home and tears starts falling like angels.
Love is like a pair of dice: its only going well if it fits. The love comes again so I have to do it and nothing can't stop me. I return to her and watch in her eyes. My words fall into the sky ...
... sounds strange, yeah. But I had to deal with a story and then I thought I could work with it when I write it down and put it in a mix. Some mistakes are included, but nobody is perfect...yet.
All in all: even if something is very sad and horrible, there is always something which is great. In this case, it's the music we live for.
P.S : a big thanks to my best Romanian friend Mari for giving me her picture and some stuff to deal with.
