False dreams of false hopes.
Rose soft gentle lips,
warm and pliant arms,
lithe and young beauty.
Gone like soap bubbles
in the harsh cold light.
Too late and too old
too old and too late
Parva Leves Capiunt Animos
False dreams of false hopes.
Rose soft gentle lips,
warm and pliant arms,
lithe and young beauty.
Gone like soap bubbles
in the harsh cold light.
Too late and too old
too old and too late