Fairy of April (The Old Curse of Death)

Fairy of April

Dear evening

That's maybe

Hard to say

Say goodbye

When Saturday

You turn on early

In this evening you take it away

Without everything

Last memory

Between me and your sense

A pathetic romance

That hurt me so bad

Felt from your lips

The sense was fail

This broken heart

Falling love

From your heart

Request to you

Love me again

Before I think of dying to night

Without everything

Last memory

Between me and your sense

A pathetic romance

That hurt me so bad

Felt from your lips

Burning our

Sweet moment

And I will die

From fairy of April

I will cry