Sunbeams fade away
on the CNN screen
The scum of the world
starts looking afraid
 
Afraid of [bad word] new age
while their future screams unknown
while the innocents they killed
turn the horizon into grave
 
I'm surrounded by the stars
many flowers on the walls
only strangers without story [bad word] to me  [bad word] to me
 
And your voice sounds soft and warm
as if you were still alive
I turn my head I see you're smiling [bad word] to me  [bad word] to me
 
The sea is filled with eyes
while a million roses bloom
in the dawn of the nightglory [bad word] to me 
bless our blood
 
And I feel you're getting close
Scent… the flowers of your skin
Yes the enemies were strong
Not enough,  [bad word] to me
 
And I feel you’re getting close
Scent… the flowers on your skin
Yes, a promise hard to keep
We did not give up
 
Here's the place they couldn't reach
where the traitor angels die
and the night kills them away
Here's my hand…
Time to fall.