We are apart by a thousand miles of time
and looking at the same sky seeing the birds flee from us,
like signs of farewells;
while in our hearts the pain of loneliness
rips the intimate fibers of our beings.
The voice of loving times struggle in our throats,
and we choose to remain silent in the hope that our prayers
somehow could be heard by god the Almighty.
We close our eyes and the blood of life pours from us;
like red tears of distress smearing our faces.
Here I am crying my heart out in melancholy
sorrounded by the uncertainty of what could be.
in the horizon, the bleeding sky of the end of times
seems to creep silently into my life.
Once more this chalice splits my heart in a million peaces,
as I feel powerless to change the destiny.
I can't fight anymore, my Lord I surrender, let your will
bring my final destination to pass, and set me free.
There is no hope for life, there is no sense for life,
there are no birds flying in my skies...
