Over your head the black sun shines You have behind the back too black shadows There is nothing to tell in the answer or again lies? You too eclipsed yourself lie, why?
BLACK SUN! (6)
Winds whisper your name and gossips inform Which you generated in this world It will pour out during a furious storm Also it becomes very cold...
BLACK SUN! (6)
turn back still it is possible to correct everything,everything... Let's go, now or never... and nothing