Hari Mata Hari - Ruzmarin

Rosemary

 

Love, has an army of miserable
I am one of them, since I exist

You are, my last victory
that’s bruising my heart when I think of it

The truth is harsh, it hides like a scar
and a lie is half of me, the other half dreams of you

Rosemary, has nobody to smell nice for
it would bloom in vain
rosemary, never again for the two of us
you are somewhere at the end of the world

Love, is passing by me
even if it stepped on my foot, I don’t exist
You are, my last victory
that’s bruising my heart when I think of it

The truth is harsh, it hides like a scar
and a lie is half of me, the other half dreams of you