| Having forgotten about autumn we rush into winter and get drown in cold
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| emptiness,
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| having closed the hand over the warmth of our souls.
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| for a moment we recall (call in mind) the scraps of lies and bitterness of loss.
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| and death then has taken our souls
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| and we have understood there is no way back…
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| why can’t we get nor in paradise nor in hell???
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| that’s because we are the other ones
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| we are ghosts, running into the darkness …
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| They remember only the night and the road.
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| And ahead — ahead is only death…
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| And no, that’s not frightening, that’s not the end of the jorney
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| There’s no need to cry, this won’t help,
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| Because the tears are the moans of the soul, that will kill you soon…
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| But the life could be so beautiful,
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| Could be as sweet as taste of blood for a vampire,
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| But we have choosen our way ourselves, and again and again we follow the road
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| into the night
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| And once again, having forgotten about autumn and winter, we get drowned into
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| the darkness of the ages
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| (Merci à Ahmed pour cettes paroles) |