LemON - Ostatni walc

I'm writing this when you don't know yet
Why am I screaming, you ask
I want to pour out the truth from myself

Because there's so much glass in me, so much splinters
Like a swarm from my mouth, I'd like to help myself

For some time now, I've been smelling the scent of flowers
although there are none around

Here, the honey has a flavour of blood
Here, blood tastes like milk
Look, how they dance above our grave
They dance, they dance

She has to know, she has to...
She has to know, she has to...
She has to know, she has to...
When should I tell her, she doesn't know...

We're in some kind of a
Thunderous and fake
Like a storm without the rain, bubble

Forgive me my sadness
Today, for the first time
I was ready to
die for you.