I don’t tie my hands together, I don’t beg for help
my eyes don’t cry, they’ve hardened
during dark nights without sleep.
With no compassion they shine with a flame of desire
my heart hasn’t perished, just bloody remorse
has been hidden in
not talking about suffering of those expelled from the Eden
I’m only looking for a lost flair.

Falling down like an ill child on the breast of its mother,
accompanied with an eternal shout of hills
I’m coming home through the whispers of trees,
where the life galloped like blood from a cut wound.

Wild winds of dark forest, here I’m awaiting you
then send me clouds of gray to let all around resound
by a song of death.
I’m going astray and at night I’m shining with a thought of you,
the light of eternity.
The light of dreaming souls living in loneliness thanks to
ancient forgotten shackles,
that were born from tears of life’s suffering,
absorbed by the moon’s beauty.

A wild wind takes the veil of snow, wading across dreams.
Where, the silent is the most pleasant music.
Interrupted, by casual hits of falling clods on a coffin.

I don’t tie my hands together, I don’t beg for help
my eyes don’t cry, they’ve hardened
during dark nights without sleep.
With no compassion they shine with a flame of desire
my heart hasn’t perished, just bloody remorse
has been hidden in
not talking about suffering of those expelled from the Eden
I’m only looking for a lost flair,
a lost flair!