كلمات Refletions

Sometimes I hear a voice telling Through my passions That I have no choice but my Fate and its reasons Reflections on obsessions Obsessions of the reflections It is strange, this feeling Obsessions of the reflections Reflections on obsessions Poison fades As my veins drown you heart Of a tear, of a last spark I see more and more Sparks in the mirror The more it shines The more the tone seems mine Reflections on obsessions Obsessions of the reflections It is strange, this feeling Obsessions of the reflections Reflections on obsessions Poison fades As my veins drown you heart Of a tear, of a last spark I see more and more Sparks in the mirror The more it shines The more the tone seems mine Night after night I forgot such a pain could have been real But if my heart is still bleeding Even its beat I can not feel