Lyrics Fix - Sunset

The apostles preaching the sunset
as if bent by the wind, uprooted by the wind;
Where do the prose steps lead?
the end is irreversible, the outcome is impossible to change;
You see, your heart is often filled with fear,
You were as proud as a broken tail,
a spade that has ever conquered hectares:
Which knows its value - not a lake but a sea ...
Pastor and native, homosexual and attachment,
are you desperate to be considered alien,
Your path and your old age were ruthless
forced but complex adventure.
Sunset-death dawn of life,
Your expedition is fertile with your story
Crime-equivalent paragraph slap,
Gone, but memorable, earring hanger.
Time is scarce - like the sword of Damocles,
inspires fear and reverence for your age