My Son, My Home and My Tree - Последняя - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Ghosts hug you, and people, like shadows, roam the streets.

When a huge city is silent, and the sea smells of loneliness.

A broken heart is unable to feel what is really important, that is worthy of attention.

My things will tell you about madness, filling the soul covered with darkness.

My secrets, like stones, hang on the neck, elegant and strong, ready to withstand everything.

You will close your eyes so as not to see and hold your breath, so as not to live. In the covered shadow of a cold apartment abandoned by a monster, who took peace.

Words in someone else's language, imprints of unprecedented creatures. Eyes in black and white night, a nightmare that does not have faces.

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