A MAGNIFICENT COLD LYRICS

1. Cicatrices

[A poem in Russian:]
Если деревья не будут плакать
Их не ждёт зелёный день
... на землю капать
... в сердце корнями ...
пускай по венам
они унесут даже

[Italian:]

Riflette il lago
Un taglio fuggente nel mio essere
Una lacrima non basterà
L'arma del tuo passato
Non potrai impugnare
Ora so che potrai andartene
Dissolverti tra fiori d'anemone
Che il vento trasporterà
E con essi la morte presto incontrerai
Quella cicatrice con disperazione guarderai
Solo a quel punto riconoscerti saprai
Sanguina la mia mente
Rinchiusa in una cicatrice
Chiamata vita
Ultima visione, guardo
Il mio riflesso
Insanguinato

[English translation:]

Reflect the lake,
A fleeting cut in my being
A tear will not be enough
The weapon of your past
You will not be able to challenge
Now I know you can leave
Dissolve among anemone flowers
That the wind will transport
And with them death will soon meet
That scar with despair you will look
Only then will you recognize yourself you will know
Bleed my mind
Locked in a scar
Call life
Last vision, I look
My reflection
Bloodied

2. Garden of Words

[Instrumental]

3. Foliage Ink

My hour has arrived,
Death runs behind me.
Running, running to my destiny,
Running, running to my faith,
Thinking and running alone,
Now lying on the road I write my death.
I went my way,
I didn't find the way to escape,
I poisoned my heart with black ink,
And now I suffer.
With melancholy I look at my path
And the indelible errors in my heart.
The moment of rebirth has arrived.

4. Utan Mening

Totally hopeless and without meaning
There is nothing of value with anything
And the more I'm thinking about it
The better the option will be
To take his life
For everything else
I would be to judge the figure itself
Life-long gestures







A MAGNIFICENT COLD LYRICS