A room, clock sound inside
Life's claw on my back
And a hand that takes me back to the past
Our old days are silent
And beautiful
A room, clock sound inside
Life's claw on my back
And a hand that takes me back to the past
Our old days are silent
And beautiful
The losses I have found are your everyday place
Here's the console, the mirror, your corner cushion
Cover your prayer rug, rosary, prayer
As if nothing changed yesterday
Again, hydrangeas under glass
Outside, the silence of summer evening
Again, hydrangeas under glass
Outside, the tranquility of the summer evening
Of our garden ...