Текст песни Angelic Milk - True Love

Here I am waiting
For my true love to come
when the storms melting
To have rest in my arms
Under my windows
White flowers grow
Through the rye meadow
Hell come I know

What if comes here
With gun in his hands
I will have no fear
As I never had
I will fall deeply
Into his caress
Then he'll be sleeping
Upon my chest

Promise i'll be waiting
But if he comes too late
Remember me but forget about my fate.