My tears are my old friends, br I don`t know anything as well, br The taste is so cognate br And all by this heart. br I can call them my enemies br For the weakness they reveal br Or I could call them friends br For the pain they ease, br More I can call them indifferent witness br For their silent falling on my cheeks br Finaly I can call them nothing br For they can`t change a single thing br With special name or without br Fulfilled with regrets or fears br They still are my tears br And each time I wish they were the last, br They last... br Sometimes I whisper: 'Oh, Lord if I deserve, let me cry, br Maybe Your Will is my kids eyes to shine...