We are of the same
Our stories untold
Running… Waiting for the sky-fire to fall
Our minds and our cries share the pain (…)
Perceive a painting of the sun
Hold it briefly, it will soon become (…) in the dark
And then… a sky-fire will fall apart.
Мы…все едины…
Наши истории… не рассказаны…
Убегаем… ждём… когда опуститься закат…
Наши души… и наши крики… разделят боль со всеми…
Ищите краски солнца…
Ухватитесь за них… скоро они станут… пухом в темноте…
А потом... закат рассыпется на кусочки…
We Are of The Same
Our Stories Untold.
Running ... Waiting for the Sky-Fire to Fall
OUR MINDS AND OUR CRIES SHARE THE PAIN (...)
PERCEIVE A PAINTING OF THE SUN
Hold It Briefly, IT Will Soon Become (...) in the Dark
And then ... a Sky-Fire Will Fall Apart.
We ... all one ...
Our stories ... are not told ...
We run away ... Waiting ... when you go down the sunset ...
Our souls ... and our screams ... They will share pain with everyone ...
Look for the paints of the sun ...
Clash for them ... Soon they will be ... Pooze in the dark ...
And then ... the sunset will scatter on the pieces ...
