The sun is sleeping at the horizon
A black rag is lying above us
When you think about the past now
memory is dazzling
Think of. Think of me!
Think about it...
How contagion gives you life.
A life full of breathlessness
Man will spend his rest in white clothes
Everything is behind you now
-This is my pain-
The pulse of time silent long ago
Ghosts of life become extinct
Time tears scars open again
Old models cold and grey
-This is my pain-
Night drowns in dawn