Nothing ever stops

Everything starts again

The end and the beginning

Are eternal lovers



Prisoners of our bodies

From the cot to the grave

Impotent puppets

We aspire to the light



The sun will turn in black

You will see the dark, After the sepulture



Grams of their brother's cries

Spirit lastly free oneself

Like raise the incense smoke

And the funeral orations



Here time is unreal

Hours and minutes are meaningless

Here eternity has a name

Re morse and penitence



The sun will turn in black

You will see the dark, After the sepulture



Life is just an illusion

Going round and round