Sands of white and morning rays

for my tears seem as the God's pure hands

taste and smell become divided

and my kingdom falls within you

Glass, false, will show my life

look, leaves are falling in my eyes

taste, smell, will speak of mud

taste, the smell...

waste blanks in which find me

waste, blanks...

I'm the answer and I have sent the leaves

without eyes you won't see again the light

I'm the pure hands, I hear you confession

follow me in subterranean gates

Grace, pride, are making me

Wings, clouds, are falling in my eyes

Taste, smell, will false my mind

Taste, smell...

Waste blanks in which find me

Waste, blanks...

I'm the answer and I have sent the wings

without eyes you won't see again the light

I'm the pure hands, I hear you confession

follow me in subterranean gates

Glass, false, will show my life

Glass, false...

look, leaves are falling in my eyes

look, leaves...

taste, smell, will speak of mud

taste, smell...

waste blanks in which find me

waste, blanks...

Sands of white and morning rays

for my tears seem as the God's pure hands

taste and smell become divided

and my kingdom falls within you

Shades of tears

I don't see my hands nor feel my head

and your kingdom lives within me