Whispers of the wind
in a may of delusion
brings my heart some peace
in a moment of warriors

flowers of a spring
in a cold november
shows my soul the warm
of a beautiful morning

calmly flowing down
down the terrible mountain
into a frozen lake
and the fire of coldness

Show me what my life can be
show me the tears in your face
when the hollow sound of trees
kills the silence that grows between us
kills the distance of our hands
brings to life what we were missing

moanings of the birds
and the cryies of the fishes
tells us that this song
is no longer a prayer

and the shoutings form my heart
and the screamings from yours one
explains that life's no more
than a terrible dreaming

Show me what my life can be
show me the tears in your face
when the hollow sound of trees
kills the silence that grows between us
kills the distance of our hands
brings to life what we were missing