DHARIA - August Diaries (by Monoir) [Official Video]
Written by Daria Comanescu (DHARIA), Iarina Comanescu (IARINA), Cristian Tarcea
Additional Production by Roberto Done (ESOTIQUE)
Produced by Cristian Tarcea (MONOIR)
Video directed by Silviu Mindroc
Edited by Cyutz
Make-up by Florina Mindroc
Artwork by @loredvn
LYRICS
I tried to keep a diary to let it out away from me
Maybe I should’ve burned your memory
Instead I let it ruin me
You see
Watching the moon I feel its pain
Idyllic but cold inside
Eating my soul your shattering ‘I love you, bye’
You were my sin so hard to hide
But promise that from now on you’re gone
It’s been a while since you and me
Have shared a real memory
You see
I feel the need quietly
To have you here close to me
Maybe
Watching the moon I feel its pain
Idyllic but cold inside
Eating my soul your shattering ‘I love you, bye’
You were my sin so hard to hide
But promise that from now on you’re gone
All I remember
Cold like December
She cries on the sofa
Still waiting for him to call her
But she should’ve noticed
It was only August
The cold that she felt was not from the weather
Was from his poison
All rights reserved.
©&Ⓟ 2020 Thrace Music
Additional Production by Roberto Done (ESOTIQUE)
Produced by Cristian Tarcea (MONOIR)
Video directed by Silviu Mindroc
Edited by Cyutz
Make-up by Florina Mindroc
Artwork by @loredvn
LYRICS
I tried to keep a diary to let it out away from me
Maybe I should’ve burned your memory
Instead I let it ruin me
You see
Watching the moon I feel its pain
Idyllic but cold inside
Eating my soul your shattering ‘I love you, bye’
You were my sin so hard to hide
But promise that from now on you’re gone
It’s been a while since you and me
Have shared a real memory
You see
I feel the need quietly
To have you here close to me
Maybe
Watching the moon I feel its pain
Idyllic but cold inside
Eating my soul your shattering ‘I love you, bye’
You were my sin so hard to hide
But promise that from now on you’re gone
All I remember
Cold like December
She cries on the sofa
Still waiting for him to call her
But she should’ve noticed
It was only August
The cold that she felt was not from the weather
Was from his poison
All rights reserved.
©&Ⓟ 2020 Thrace Music