Veljanov Empty Heart
Empty heart
the empty heart
just too tired
and an empty glass
sweet bird of truth
knows where she is
not at home
maybe not allone
far away
all alone in your empty room
Empty glass
your only friend
like an old grey scarf
and a silver veil
often told but never cared
knows where she is
not at home
maybe not alone
far away
all alone in your empty room
Raise once more
and kiss me goodnight
morning sun, last sip last sigh
