Your Whisperings - The Breath of Life

When Ghosts pull me down

Into the sea of memories

I like watching their golden scars

(traces, trails) crossing the sky

And I try to hear your whisperings

But your voice can’t really reach my ears

From summer to spring

When I’m calling

To the creatures of my dreams

When my torment and my fears

Make my strange world gloomy

Lost in another time

In another place, in my visions

I feel upside down

When you hold this power over me

And I try to hear your whisperings

But your voice can’t really reach my ears

From summer to spring

When I’m calling

To the creatures of my dreams

When my torment and my fears

Make my strange world gloomy