There is a house of the dead, but it's full of life
A relic of the revolution
There is a flame behind it's doors
Where we will never walk
And when the rain is falling down
And when the stars are shining
Will you hear my calling
Will you be my light?
There is a room, where he's waiting
Without entrance, without an exit
His memory is a mirror of dreams
That he's dreamt long ago
And we march to the top of the tower and
Dragging like a rock at the ground of a rive
And you know that everything must fall