we wither and blow where the smoke goes closing my eyes to the sunlight withering tonight one thing is certain the rest is a lie one thing is certain
Near lifeless skin stretched over a prone skeleton. An image branded for all time within my memory. Pursuit began seeking pleasure delivered with a price
Let it out, let it out Feel the empty Space So insecure find the words and let it out Staring down, staring down Nothing comes to mind Find the place
He corrupts our youth and makes them fiend, A bastard of a human being, rapes the soul and steals their dreams. Forced to live in infamy, all in the name
Pretty, pretty wilted dasies all in a row on the top of Mount Vernon in the dirty snow where the shadow sings of sunshine like a dying crow pretty, pretty
Sentados en corro merendabamos, besos y porros y las horas pasaban deprisa entre el humo y la risa. Te morias por volver con la frente marchita cantaba
Strophe 1: Spurten wir mal mehr Ich weis es nicht mehr Ich seh in dein Gesicht Deine Augen sind schon Doch sie sind leer Ich glaub' sie sehen mich nicht
Is it all just a shape, a twist of fate, that leaves me open Will it all fade away, from my life, and leave me broken It's all just a game - as you left
And then she came forth, the forest goddess Her crying hymns were calling for me I followed her through the eternal vast forest And so, so I found myself
Forward he marches through scornful laughter Undaunted eyes set on hopes of here after A gauntlet of piercing stares line his way And condemning glares
It's late at night, I watch the stars shine I plead for giveness I sit alone and watch a candle burn Forgotten memories, I rise to make my turn I stand
C'e un fiore di campo che e nato in miniera per soli pochi giorni lo stettero a guardar. Di un pianto suo dolce sfiori in una sera, a nulla le nere mani
Another whole of nothing Fit to size Based on shattered Bit by shallow Jump the chance to prove them wrong Always passing the infinite With inquisition
Traducción: Wolf Biermann. Folhas murchas.
Traducción: Yvonne Elliman. Murchar.
Traducción: Cephalic Carnage. Murchar.
Traducción: David De Maria. Pétalas de murcha.