loving people

Hell my friend,
Where are the people from the end?
Rising upon our tears, I sang with a little bit
Of fear,
The saddest song that made us pretend
That there are no friends,
That there is no end
But how do you care?
If you smile a little bit,
No tears in your eyes ran
Best lover
Saddest man
Hell my friend
Where are the people from the end?
I’m out of town tonight
Tomorrow I m dead,
I’ll be out of the land
But I still insist
To clear up your shadows
And heat your soul a little bit
Since you found no one to pretend
That there are no friends
That there is no end!
So,
Show me your rising eyes
And I will sing, like I sang
The best lover
The saddest man
The one you found
Into you, my friend
I’ll make it loud
To all understand
We are made of clouds
We are made of friends
The best lover
The saddest man
He sings the love we wrote in the sky
He cries the tears you hide
Hell my friend,
After all we made, and
Every single moment we felt
Through the freedom
That melts
In our songs, in our loving tune
Let’s make them proud
Of what they found
Let’s make they finally understand
That life is no end
Hell my friend
Best lover
Saddest man
Where are the people from the end?
We are clearly made of sounds
Floating around
Like powder and sand
We‘re nothing else but love
We are made of clouds
We are made of friends!