We can feel it The Sea is pouring out of the eyes Somewhere inside it´s wasted and hard That isn´t close to airships Quietly flowing over the sky
But extremely close When they catch a fire Flame up and burn up In the air
No needed explanation to those down who remains All The answers get ahead of the questions Every next not to be worth opening the mouth We can feel that vanity
Little chips of the soul inside of us Is still separating Exacerbate heart into tatters We can feel it - scarified by strokes Leaves in the wind rustle when it´s time Bunch of flowers in many human hands
And ground is in black covered
From respect Love and in memory right now When she goes away Into the heaven ward