Pinkyri

In the old town of Venice The sin was born One man, in the moonlight, Took a woman's soul She got doomed But it seemed fair That one night with him With nothing left to tear Centuries have passed Even the rain turned cold The sin lived In the other men's blood He looked at me and said "Be the flame not the moth" He was hypnotizing, But he's Casanova, he can't love. He likes numbers And I was 24 I gave my body to his arms I used to cry back then, but not anymore That one night, I remember it well The stars came down With no words to tell Because we were one Under the endless sky The morning you left Every