Sceneries far from the Sun
Far from the dust
Glide into dusk
Cobalt of Match
I see your eyes above the arch of your smile
Lost in this nighttime through the daze of its dark
I see your eyes lost in the quietness of March
In the striations of the cobalt of March
I see (that) this numb mourning dies
I see (that) this orchid was born to be taken away
I see your eyes above the arch of the sky
I see your eyes throughout the gaze of the night
I see your eyes closed, in the coldness of March
Lost in the glaciers of the cobalt of March
I see (that) this numb mourning dies
I see (that) this life
Was just meant to be taken away
Centuries under the Sun
Biting the dust
I fade away into September
My soul is gonna return
And it will be for just one time
To say that nothing [bad word] dies
And I've seen (that) the world
Has stopped since that time
Singing lullabies to make us all forget
And that same world fell by its own fire
And I try to cope but still cannot forget