If the air is saturated with the void around If a flock of black birds circling around your hands If faceless stand in front of you If the light of a lantern hid her traces
If the glass still half full So do not call her name Do not call her name Do not ask her to sing face to face for you
If the relicts're crying out to you from a smoke If the past has faded, and the future's uncertain If the dead talk with you If your dreams mixed with reality
If the glass is half empty So Call her name Call her name Ask her to sing face to face for you
In this Elysium of the gods We kill everything we give name to