Irish Stew Of Sindidun

Emerald Blue

Tiresome smell of winter shatters fragile bones
Bringing back the thoughts of yesterday
And dream of the arms I used to call home
Questions blurred the visions in my head
Since she ran away…

As tomorrow will be washing sins behind us
We'll be fading like the footprints in the snow
Like father’s tear-soaked whiskey on the storm
Remembering the place that once was home

Warmness of fireside shines upon her emerald eyes
She lives without fears but all alone
‘Cause safety is the devil, disguised to steal your heart
Now freedom cries inside the hollow stone
But she picked that way...

Author: Bojan Petrovic