Black clouds breed over us
Go snap in broken dreams
The fog buries my sight to your lifeless body
It hides away our tie that died a long time ago
Can‘t you feel the rain on your chest?
It tries to moisten your drying soul
Can‘t you really feel the sadness in heaven?
I won‘t cry in presence of your grave
I won‘t waste my misery on you
I won‘t feign my fall as your funural
Missing in my endless bale
I don‘t feel that...
Bloody tears run down my cheek
The autumn is a sombre season
Empty and cold like our called love affair
Weakened blades come undone from rotten trees
Gather on the ground to a little heap of hope
Can‘t you hear the thunderstorm?
It tries to remind you not to go
Can‘t you really hear the rage in heaven?
I won‘t cry in presence of your grave
I won‘t waste my misery on you
I won‘t feign my fall as your funural
Missing in my endless bale
I don‘t feel that...
Bloody tears run down my cheek
Waiting for the first holy snow
I call your name
Staying for an empty echo
I try to remember you
I won‘t cry in presence of your grave
I won‘t waste my misery on you
I won‘t feign my fall as your funural
Missing in my endless bale
I don‘t feel that...
Bloody tears run down my cheek