Song: The moon

It hurts me so much through the smoke to breathe
I'm so scared to get up on the line
I want to escape from the endless days away.
And when there is no strength to cry, thinking of his weird dream
And porcelain disk, topped with a spring night.

Lost in the silence of the night among books,
Gait shaky painful to the window fit.
Through the outlines of a newborn space of buildings
Stupid evil moon like a wolf stare.
And I see in its reflection the seas of their Land,
The reflection of my hopeless, but a careful eye
And I think no wonder we ran into her counterpart,
And I think the world will never lose us.