Heavy sky upon our graves Flowers flooded by the tears Of those who we loved Here a miracle turns to infection A song turns to snake If we love, we hate Such a compliment for you…
You like the sun And when I see you You burn down the retina of my eyes
Dreaming of glory as a tornado Which will throw me up on a cloud Where wild burning horses in the sky Ask me to ride them Such a compliment for you…
Singer of emptiness Sweep me under a carpet Singer of emptiness I am A wish a song a fire A wish a song a fire