Текст песни
Translucent air is when I feel
decease is drawing near.
Sore reflections sweeping over
at the speed of wind.
Urge to chant & dance I sense
'cause you have lost significance.
Alive I'm still, I feel,
so he is here.
All of this that was before
metamorphed into grave shadow,
Sombre silhouettes I can't reach.
I perceive but scent of foretime
Slight and minor, vogue and subtle
With every second eluding away.
Urge to chant and dance I sense
in shadows, in a smoke
Greeting losses, celebrating it.
(I wasn't heard like a fucking thousand times before,
but now the great mouth is opened, and the moment has come to face it all)
