Lyrics
Your voice comes for afar
While I am a prisoner of a present
Where human coexistence is now at an end.
Your voice speaks to me of times when everything
Will take a different shape
It is a cycle that may repeat itself,
Or will stop forever.
You are a rusty nail
Stuck in the brain.
Perhaps after death
Everything will be alive again.
I don't listen anymore,
I will go away,
In this night without hope of a new dawn.
I will never return to this city.
Flashy decorations cover
Towers made of dark sand,
Too light to hold for long.
Collapsing they will cover these mud houses,
Never dry,
Streets of leaves that fly away
And will never return.
Cities now copies of others,
But of which?
Covered in black dusts
Where invisible threads run.
Cities
Copies
Of others
But of which?
Cities
Copies
Of others,
But of which?