he is still there
staring at the sun
in the shadow of the rain that clamps
frightened the grief on his silap
restless
about the tone that is now grief
wandering in the cradle longing for sorrow
on the revulsion of morals
even a discordant note of lara
do you know the tone
when treason became a friend in the silence
sort it in an unbounded word
who are guilty of the name of a light
and he's still there waiting for the twilight
without words
Measure the pain in the tightness
bearing shortness at the fragile border
he lived with tears
in the deck of a thousand grievances
which is black in the luster of disaster
dreaming of dreams in the twilight dream
yes ...
dusk dreams that hang
lara's dream in a thousand churns
about the tone behind a thousand griefs lying dead at the end of sorrow