Текст песни похоронная песня - Tales From The Inverted Womb

Alas! Listen my friend
About the beauty of the gravestones
Whose melancholy is the color of violets
Stained glass light rears.
The flowers there have long faded,
Their fragility attracts them,
But the perfume is all over them,
Like a secret that is not revealed
Like a dream, a memory
What is kept in the crypt
Waiting for that moment
When they remember him again.
Maybe someone will be a guest
Who wants to be free
From madness, illness,
What he cannot understand.
His sign is confusion
What gives rise to a heavy groan -
In my head, after all, incessantly
He hears the songs of the dead.
His search for silence
His thirst for silence
Will lead him underground
The secret path of eternal darkness
Where will he, shuddering,
All overwhelmed with horror
There, behind the black door ... do you hear? ..
Something is sleeping peacefully here.
This is a little child
The dead boy lies here.
He's so fragile ... so scared ...
The light is so sad ...