A race of time...
Young lady, killing love...
Remember you one day,
The day when we had the mortal play
Over trees of Imola?
No, I can't forgive it them, oh God
So much I suffer for that sun.
Even if I'll live for any days
Nobody can be my love,
Nobody could stop that race
And I won't forgive myself for his death...
весна 2004 года.