Empty Heart - Veljanov

Empty heart

The empty heart

Just too tired

And an empty glass

Sweet bird of truth

Knows where she is

Not at home

Maybe not allone

Far away

All alone in your empty room

Empty glass

Your only friend

Like an old grey scarf

And a silver veil

Often told but never cared

Knows where she is

Not at home

Maybe not alone

Far away

All alone in your empty room

Raise once more

And kiss me goodnight

Morning sun, last sip last sigh