In the midst of the silence tonight ..
I myself !
On top of a shabby dull cloth
I ask my prayers
God .. light my dark path
The burden of life is a trial
And the way I choose your will
But .. I do not understand!
Why is it all like an illusion?
Why is it all like a dream?
Nothing is certain!
And at the end of a quiet night ..
I end up!
The roar of conscience has inspired
The lonely cold of the night has taken heart
The elected can not quibble
Please regret on the eternal ..
Time gone impossible to return
And what happens is not always like in the heart
