I am like the little feather,
I'm happy, when we're together.
You are like my little wind,
but I now, that I have sinned.
I have sinned but in my mind,
It's the other of sins kind.
Now my heart is bleeding,
near is the end, near is the evening.
And when the night is there,
I won't smile and I won't care.
I will like this kind of end,
I can be proud, and I'll stand.
Because I'm a little feather,
and what happend, It doesn't matter.
Now is fine and now is good,
I will have a placid mood.
Even if I'm a little drop in the great ocean,
the proudness will be my blazon.
And together, we'll make the big things,
doesn't matter if it will be the sins.





Pokud jsem dobře pochopila, tohle jsi psala sama ? Je to krásné a klobouk dolů, já se anglicky snažila psát už tolikrát, ale nikdy se mi nepovedlo nic, co by splňovalo mé představy a mělo alespoň nějakou úroveň