An unstoppable end The world turns every day An ending with no end So, for this time of morning I can no longer cry Even though the story goes on The
Countless times I trusted you I let you back in, knowing, yearning You know I should have run, but I, I stayed Maybe I always knew My fragile dreams
In each others arms We cried together And your tears tasted sweet All is not lost And never to be forgotten Like a shiver down my spine The lonely
I hear your voice It sings so softly Curious to join in A harmony to breathe forevermore Joyous the one to hear a voice In fields where grass grows
Empty vessel under the sun Wipe the dust from my face Another morning, black Sunday Coming down again, I'm coming down again Empty vessel, empty veins
I tried to murder the lonely, Contemplate our mortality. Into infinity, Frozen memory Wipe the tears from yesterday, A time for change, take the pain
When the silence beckons And the day draws to a close When the light of your life sighs And love dies in your eyes Only then will I realize What you
NOTE This song is sung in French. Since my NOTE knowledge of French is insufficient, NOTE I don't know the lyrics. If you know NOTE
I gave you my soul You left me dying (Freezing in the cold wind that screams through the silence, in the barren wastes of my heart) Within the walls
development was to follow. And intelligence defeated pother. Earthquake: Its stentorian chord. The core's hollow choir. Fields tremble where Alps aboard. The resonance
Instrumental
Through the painting and the wite busts in the corridor of the fountain from a century I try to find you, I try The veil, the veil of the night descends
Dirt becoming earth is all i need its all i want cause ive worked since birth at discrediting my worth oh no, this is not my beautiful home now cause
Tłumaczenie: Altered. Resonance formy w okresie przejściowym.
Tłumaczenie: Altered Images. Resonance formy w okresie przejściowym.
Tłumaczenie: Listopada. Konserwatorium Resonance.
: And I often sigh I often wonder why I'm still here and I still cry And I often cry I often spill a tear Over those not here But still they are