Bitterness Of Loss

Whether you think what I regret?

Whether you know what I grieve?

There are no those prays and spells...

It only a pain inside of deceased

No... I'm not alive... I'm as dream in your eyes

No... I'm not dead... I'm (only) bitterness of loss

No... I'm not alive... I'm only the grown old face

No... I'm not dead... In light of the candles obsequial

Blessing all your illnesses

I lay my hands on the fallen asleep face

Cold and calmness...

My palms burn... it's a pain inside of deceased

...The world of my reflections

In your eyes... in your tears

All comes to an end

Whether you think...?

We shall not dare to touch

To icons of eternity

To reflections of our faces

In beams of a funeral sunset

We shall not dare to touch

To icons of eternity

To reflections of our faces

In beams of a funeral sunset

No... I'm not alive... I'm as dream in your eyes

No... I'm not dead... I'm (only) bitterness of loss

No... I'm not alive... I'm only the grown old face

No... I'm not dead... In light of the candles obsequial