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"A cold night to be alone"

he said to me

and his poor eyes were seeking the truth.

Widower´s eyes and his cigarette

were glowing through darkness that night.

And I cried.

And I tried to light my candle

And I tried and I tried to light it.

And I cry

Here I stand again searching for some matches.

Matches of the life, you know?

It´s me and here I stay until I fade away,

holding candle tight.

Holding candle tight.

You can´t fall to find it every time,

cause no-one can die once a day.

Why does all this shit take place in my head?

Sometimes I wish I was dead.

But still I try,

still I try and light my candle and I try and I try and I try.

Still I try.

Here I stand again searching for some matches.

Matches of the life, you know?

It´s me and here I stay until I fade away,

holding candle tight.

Holding unburning one so tight,

so damn tight.

Holding my candle tight

I´m trying to make some light.