Kauniit (ingles)

Kauniit (ingles)
The beautiful ones
The expressions on your face
tell about your dreams.
Too much black today,
you can no longer stand the pain

Your tired face has been branded in my eyes
and there's your scent to breathe
I'll run with you if you open your eyes for me
And there's no longer need to breathe.
The years on your shoulders
are heavy to carry.
The stains darken today.
Only the beautiful ones will survive.