Idioma Origen:
The snow comes falling down like your last tears of blood
Before the moment of faith
All I see is black as I drown into the flood of my thoughts.
Close your eyes
Just take me into to your world of dreams.
Don´t think of this world.
See through your soul
Where are you image of my life?
Just a frame in my memory?
I struggle onwards in this storm
I sink into the cold ground
I walk about for the last time
As the gates of life close before my eyes
Why can´t it be so I could have the trust of a child, so blind
So I could go on living, still believing
Close your eyes
Just take me into to your world of dreams.
Don´t think of this world.
See through your soul
Where are you image of my life?
Just a frame in my memory?
Idioma Destino:
The snow comes falling down like your last tears of blood
Before the moment of faith
All I see is black as I drown into the flood of my thoughts.
Close your eyes
Just take me into to your world of dreams.
Don´t think of this world.
See through your soul
Where are you image of my life?
Just a frame in my memory?
I struggle onwards in this storm
I sink into the cold ground
I walk about for the last time
As the gates of life close before my eyes
Why can´t it be so I could have the trust of a child, so blind
So I could go on living, still believing
Close your eyes
Just take me into to your world of dreams.
Don´t think of this world.
See through your soul
Where are you image of my life?
Just a frame in my memory?