U / Usud / From the Shackles of Life
Of eyes, how you hurt as I am watching my own funeral and tears - how heavy, reluctant to fall to the ground to dirt, mingled with fog why does it always have to rain when a spirit separates from the shackles of life...
Oh scars, carried on to afterlife even, and throughout countless plains does a soul have to suffer or is it really the paying of some primordial debt?
I fold my palms into a prayer Oh, life - you double-faced betrayer your sweet nectar did I falter to drink only to the sullen soil to sink.
Oh visions of the impending oblivion painful to know the irritating truth all these figures slowly moving to and from serve only to spoil the grandeur of perishing. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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