Heavenly sound swings my body gently | |
Between waking and sleeping | |
I try to find peace | |
Strength and alleviation, necessary in the struggle, | |
Feed lips that are thirsty for great expectations, great words | |
They force to make an act of contrition | |
But this is only the empty gesture | |
Empty repentance empty words | |
Buried a long time ago, somewhere lost | |
They force to make an act of contrition | |
But still this is the empty gesture | |
Awakening - the origin of pain | |
I want to remain in the dreamlike state |