Rents in centuries and between us.
Pages torn out of my life.
You say: "Also fear has its charm".
But for whom aren't the stars lovely?

Silence brings a solitude.
And pain silently sings.
Touch the other side of the horizon.
Because the pain is what remains.

You are sad as a way of no return.
You are sad as a spring poured out.
Beyond the coffinof gloomy days.
Eyes turned towards doom of delight.

With the black oppressive prayer.
Near the white licking flames.
There is lost melody of a dying sun.
And my sobs revive deep inside.
When the tears fall down on my face.
Pain buried into the mosaic of melancholy.

I flounder through my memories.
Too weak, wholly weary.
Evil laugh, wild dreams.
Burning blood, black heartbeats.

The painful spots, scars in the soul.
That have remained like a sword thrust into the ground.
We sowed the light and pain silently sings.

Silence brings a solitude.
And pain silently sings.
Touch the other side of the horizon.
Because the pain is what remains.