Paris&Nardis [ποίημα]

Paris&Nardis

oh, my burning Paris
oh, this floated Nardis
i still remember those winters
coming, burning my skin
leading my trip, biting your hand

but here's my hand, i gave you
here is my Paris, you've painted for me
here is the Paris, you've painted on me

dont you see? the warm lights
10 things and still...
you and not you
please feed up my truth
and lead up my trip
just make me to be
make me to be, yeah...

you may still remember
Paris burning
you should still remember
floated Nardis
burning Paris
floated Nardis...