Walking on the damp soil
Into the infinity of my thoughts
Rain hides my sensations...
And makes disappear my perception of time
Crawling... seeking comfort between ethereal teardrops...
I think about the past and it can't no longer be

Glimmers of life with you...
With your contact... with your wishes
I could finally be a part of this weak race
That loves, suffers and hopes
Hopes in a world always pleased and joyful
What a pathetic belief
When all that I desired, believed and lived falls to pieces
Where are you... when my world is coming to end?

Only your voice
Could save me from this void…
'cause this will be my last cut..