Emanon - Special one

There are statues of melting ice

Made for the one who says goodbye

There are your unrealised promises

Made for nobody else just you

So, looking down

They still have a chance

To drop the milk on the pavement

To push you in those pillows

Write laws to think of what you have got

Those needles are sharpened

For the one  who need no showdown

The pale rows of stones

Weeps away when you fall down

And scream that you`re undone

Par to, ka cilveki melo tik daudz, ka dareiz pat pazaude sevi.
Meli ir inde, kas inde gan cilveku, kurš melo, gan apkartejos.