Из альбома: Memento
She weeps: "I love you so"
My heart speaks no sincere words,
She screams, a fragile soul,
Her body's set on fire, my love.
We're nothing but a riddle
Are we safe? No.
But will you stop? The end?
We made it.
Dear peace,
It comes to an end,
Her scent surrounds my dreams and hands.
So uncomplete, untitled.
Are we safe? No.
But will you stop? The end?
We made it.