This Love

I fly, I fall, I fall and I am rising again in this life and nothing personal

I see, I hear, I feel, I accept all that occurs around me

To break a line separating life from existence but I’m afraid

To forget, leave, be receded and leave it not now and not here

Transforming it in

Ch:
Love doesn't mean anything, if there’s no subject of
LOVE which burns a life transforming it into the law

I've died, I am cold, sad and forgotten, and there was only envy to alive

I am undressed and deaf; the remnants of soul recollect taste for a life

The frozen heart tries to move, but attempts are vain

Desire to return is vanquish cold, I am programmed to transform all into pain

Transforming it in

Ch:
Love doesn't mean anything, if there’s no subject of
LOVE which burns a life transforming it in the law

Bridge:

I am on a razor's edge, I will try & find a way out which is true and everything is in its place