Hope of the best holds my soul in a saddle. All bad and good we left in ourselves. We cannot live as before, Why are we going to knock in the hope In the iron door to apologize We need to change, don’t forget to sins to say goodbye There is no need to hide, fight, You need to reconcile with your destiny’s flight
Swim under the white sail across the sky, In the white haze and in the sun bright To see the clouds of your transparent soul To see the blood poured heart, emitting a flow Tired heart, hollowed one Hidden for the seven locks, Hammered by rusty nails and boards...
Forgive yourself and all the former Forget the past, forget all evil The hope is gone, it fly away And it exactly won’t go back to us today…