Far rests the day Which the silence I beg For breaking my thoughts, and then my spirit Nurtured would be… by the flames of creation Lost on the dead days of my history I remember that once I desired That my tears would never get born from my disbelief Now I cry, now I cry… cry… disbelief On the ashes of my memory Drown in the house of ghosts And this world’s dead, courts the funerals of the bodies without a whisper of life From the silence I’ve searched in my heart From the tears, I didn’t want to suffer The flames from the fireplace, show me the lost pieces on the horizon Can a man be reborn in his disbelieves Can a man die in his believes When the silence does not answer, the tears fall Nothing is left… just to be the lord of your own ashesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
