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.