Paradise of the lonesome
Where words are uselles
How can people
Live out of it
For only here there's place
The moss
Shows the desertion
Desertion is solitude
That's all I want
I want I want
For thinkn' of everything I said
And all I haven't done
We'll be happy
Will you?
Oh silence city
A dorms the sky
Of horrible metropolis
Brings me the living
Of those who passed by
Sufferin' pain
Oh silence city
Your smell is pure perfume in comparision to livin' bodies
Body eternal call
Of agony and sadness
For those who don't believe anymore
That there's a hiddin place
Among placeful lakes of tears
Where a black marbles rises
And only there
We'll be happy
Will you
