Luyện nghe bài hát Irreverent Elegy

My is made of emotions,
passions and horrors, 'cause when you
live you can even fall into deep
My bed is made of fresh leaves,
moving slowly a requiem
My is made of dark gloomy trees,
coming loose a black oval path
My chant is a and irreverent elegy,
in honour of those who have no reserve and fear
Hordes of maleficent and false sins back upon me.
Shall I ever let my mind wander over the sad
this filthy causes to my limbs and to my heart?
I believe the persistence of the thin line of is worth this effort
I believe its benefice can reach the
of full and perpetual
Nothing is true, all is
In every dramatic there is
a subtended element of absurdity and
Every dogma contains unhealthy and corrosive
Our identities every day with our memories
We are not always what we are, 'cause we reinvent ourselves
We change our and consistence
And we lie with innocence, our memory.