Black کے بول

I feel the whisper of the wind in my hair The lovely step of a white horse in my head The sweet softness of a black rabbit in my hand What a torture are you hiding now for me? I just want you hear the sound with me… Hear the sound with me… hear the sound with me… I feel i cannot split the sadness from the mind This lovely tight that ties my neck to this tree What the hell is happen all depressing words… Two minutes to end… two minutes to die… Two minutes to end… two minutes to die… I just want you hear the sound with me… Hear the sound with me… hear the sound with me…