Mother, I'm lying in the dust...I've forgotten what I am
I don't know what I'll be
The day you gave me the first dawn, has been for you the last dusk
Along impassable paths I've roamed and now I sense the end
never grown [bad word] back to you
soul too tired because of living, too tired to flee away another time
...to search a new way without you

Desolated, alone...in the shadows of loneliness he stares
Only the weight of an immense void in his heart as he looks the seraphic gaze of the angel
Every step is a bitter tear, every trampled leaf a torn in his palm
Fallen in the mud he lays crying...a handful of dead leaves in his hand
...lurking to reach the statue...to touch his lost love only once more...
Only the weight of an immense void of handful of dead leaves in his hand

Slowly my body embraces the feet of this statue so cold in a november day
My flesh and my spirit finally chilled
Now I face the end...I'm part of you...I'm lost with you in an eternal embrace
The final shine of this light eternal...the spiritual UNIОN at the end
 [bad word] my sweet child...don't cry my son, because you have suffered too much...don't cry...
your mother forever with you shall be