We have met again in this room 503
The walls are telling me this time you will leave
But tell me once more this prayer
The one that reminds us that we were strong yesterday
I have seen the men break by my side
No longer knowing how to love me
They will become nothing more than dust sparks
The ones who extinguish once they become real
But sleep, at least this night
And dream of defeated boredom
Of the war that pushes us away from the coast
And we end up in each other's arms.
This city hosts stories that died of cold
Tolga greets us once more for the last time
But tell me once more this prayer
Through the music that cuts through my heart of glass
But sleep, at least this night
And dream of the infinite
Of the war that pushes us away from the coast
And we end up in each other's arms.