Evil storm, rising, crushing down ty spirit
A mixture of nostalgia and boredom
Such a terrible affliction without any merit
Can we survive this gentle touch of doom?
Are these last days of love destined to end soon?
I’ll say goodbye to the night, I’ll say goodbye to the moon
It is time to wear the loneliness’s perfume
With no winds of anger, with no waters in wrath
Such terrible is fate and it’s twisted path
Here it is, all this pain for my soul to transform…