There is a house of the dead, but it's full of life, A relic of the revolution. There is a flame behind it's doors Where we will never walk
And when the rain is falling down, And when the stars are shining, Will you hear my calling, Will you be my light?
There is a room, where he's waiting, Without an entrance, without an exit. His memory is a mirror of dreams That he's dreamt long ago
And when the rain is falling down, And when the stars are shining, Will you hear my calling, Will you be my light?
And we march to the top of the tower And dragging like a rock at the ground of a river And you know that everything must fall (Know that everything must fall...)