2018.06.28.
Apocalypse
Into my dreams they insert yesterdaySome old parchment
Dust and fog buried temples
Old buried treasures
Two singers without voice
Lutes muted without strings
Empty flutes without breath
They testified what have been lost
From our songs, kids , is missing one voice
Like from, like from a passionate kiss
From our songs, kids , is missing one voice
Siren it'll be, little magical voice
In my dreams they inserted yesterday
Old ghosted writings
Good and bad in one line
Poor planet quake
Make silently a prayer
Put on voice put on soul
And this that now is going to be lost
It could,who knows, to be saved
From our songs, kids , is missing a voice
Like from, like from a passionate kiss
From our songs, kids, is missing a voice
Siren it'll be, little magical voice