Impossible dream of cities
Autumnal dialogue of the forgotten
The Silence
The Silence
Invisible link of heartbeat
Last song of the dying
It’s in the dark when we invoke your return,
In anger we hide unconsciously your delirium
Rumble's rumble
Shelter of the solitaire
Echo of itself
Mattress against the moonless night
It’s in the dark when we invoke your return,
In anger we hide unconsciously your delirium
It's in the soul where we look for your spell
In the breavement we can hear your deep crepitate
It is in your uterus where is found the way out of the labyrinth and the key to the coffers
It is in your armor where the scream does not stumble
Travelling on tiptoes with the existing without raising suspicion
of power of your hammer, of the value of your voyage
It’s in the dark when we invoke your return,
In anger we hide unconsciously your delirium
It's in the soul where we look for your spell
In the breavement we can hear your deep crepitate
Laughter of our misery
Unquiet god tragedy
The missing piano's tooth bites the wind without air

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