Inside the thoughts the whirls in the mist of the weakened soul shall I go now far away
To the waves I must lay myself to feel the peace to feel the hatred that burns blind
every tear drop what I need to drain to be able to measure the pain
For the reasons to come more than a season in a one cycle of eternity
Facing the fear of god eyes wide open to drown within the faith of believing as drops in the ocean the rain falls down the dreams
To save no one
As the last words of the broken everything collapses in these lips like the last leaf from the birch shall the coldness harvest me like the nature collects the weaks awayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.