Luyện nghe bài hát Irreverent Elegy

My is made of emotions,
passions and horrors, when you truly
live you can even into deep pain
My bed is made of fresh leaves,
moving slowly like a
My temple is made of dark trees,
loose along a black oval path
My is a desperate and irreverent elegy,
composed in of those who have no reserve and fear
of maleficent and false sins come back upon me.
Shall I ever let my mind over the sad effect
this filthy disease causes to my and to my heart?
I believe the persistence of the thin of hope is worth this effort
I believe its can reach the intensity
of full and perpetual
is true, all is allowed
In every situation there is
a subtended element of absurdity and
Every dogma contains something unhealthy and
Our identities change day with our memories
We are not what we really are, 'cause we reinvent ourselves
We our skin and consistence
And we lie with innocence, our memory.