Would you cover with soil my cry?
I saw the bells on my houses burning
With my eyes
Make me cry numb
I saw the bells on my houses burning
Ashfall fills eyelids
When the time will become something real to you. Something real to you
When her eyes will fix ghost porcelain eyes on you
Rip roots of century trees out
Forever burn down the oceans
Breathe in their smoke
In solitude of Siamese twins behold
The empires so fragile, like you
Make me cry numb
I saw the bells on my houses burning
With my eyes
Meditate haze in distraction, hold in the hands
Like the sand through fingers slips away
You stay in vortex of art nouveau ruins, of fallen cities
Illusion of the perfection, step aside
Make the world better
Nevermore cover your face with the palms, look through!
Empires are not eternal and fragile like you