Я - наивысшая гора, поддерживающая небеса своими туманными пиками. Я - шёпот на ветру, парящий в бесконечных равнинах тундры. Я - исчезнувший сон, охраняющий давно забытые тайны. Я - безграничный океан, омывающий твои берега. Я - стена смерти!
You used to call me the wind I used to say I'm just a passenger
Smoothly floating through plains Suffering from fatality You used to tell me the tales About forbidden pleasures I knew it was fake From the beginning
Late hour clock is slowly ticking Time is running low I got to stay in it Compass shows me the way Church bell rings the hymn Don't waste my time here It's not your fiction
Can you handle my love Can you handle my speed Can you handle my flood Can you once hear my story Again on my own Solitude is my name There's no place for love This is my wall of death
Good old days where've you gone Though I can't say I'm not happy at all Happy alone This road is my home This is where I belong So I'd better go before I fall in love
Can you handle my love Can you handle my speed Can you handle my flood Can you once hear my story Again on my own Solitude is my name There's no place for love This is my wall of death Can you handle her love Can you handle her speed Can you handle her flood Can you once hear her story
Touch of the lips Burning red steel She's losing herself Her name is Parable