Let me to wind
The hands without link
The thought without end
The whises without be realized
Next to a grave
Together with the forgetly
The shore of abyss
Ready to jump
Do n't bring me flowers
Don't bring me smiles
I just need to arrive at transition
and back to world
The suffering is a cycle
That pass for phases
and when the cycle finish
under the light of truth I'll live
Story without ending
fixed look
at time without answer
only hear screams
Do n't bring me flowers
Don't bring me smiles
I just need to arrive at transition
and back to world