Lunacy Sound of the Storm

Текст песни "Lunacy — Sound of the Storm"

The passion dies from within,
Mould of my grace fades away.
And we could have chosen
A different path of thoughts.

Unreserved talks have no point,
Between us there’s not a ray of truth ,
And nothing is sacred with us,
Life tears to pieces our world.

So I'm flying above the earth
With the sounds of the storm.
Despite the feelings inside,
I prefer the original form

Of the life I've buried inside.
So I choose loneliness instead.
It’s becoming so hard to endure,
‘Cause on you depends my mood.

Beckoning – silence! I can hear your whisper,
I feel as something sacred is born,
But leaves keep falling down,
And sky sends water.
From day to day it’s getting worse and worse…