Hear, hear their cry Their grief is like a chain in my neck The time, is nothing for them Its only a path in this endless maze Mourning wind, get away Let me stand, in this misty place Let me observe, this mournful landscape A better perfume is in the air The delicate breeze seduce me again I take the path of rain Im on the labyrinth of remembrance My brain is numb, but still my pain Mourning wind get away This is the escence of my grief I wish I find the way I wish I return to me.
mourning, escence, grief, wish, seduce