To the pit of his black eyes, to the blood in his gaze
To those two goldfish between the depths of his two wells
I looked and cried and didnt stop me from staying.
To Him is the meaning of distance, which is the end of patience.
With his laughter, which is forced.
I looked and cried and didnt stop me from staying.
Safe from that night of terror, safe from all this distance
From this breath in death, the torment of the living to the grave
No way back and forth, more pain than before
To those two eyes of his villagers
I looked and cried and didnt stop me from staying.
To the legs and legs, to the screams and the bottom of the valley.
Death bit by bit
I looked and cried and didnt stop me from staying.
To her white face and hair, to the tears and blurred of her vision.
To the Blind of His Hope
I looked and cried and didnt stop me from staying.
Safe from that night of terror, safe from all this distance
From this breath in death, the torment of the living to the grave
