Luyện nghe bài hát Memalon

Who is the old man, who
my heart with greatest
yet his remains unheard?
I look at you and true shake
my Saturnworld.
Who is the old man,
picture itself
to the bottom of my soul.
You push me back and me up,
the criteria for both I to know.
Who are you I What is the
of the one I saw?
Tell me how to you, to you I'd
bow my in awe.
You to me but what is it I hear?
We never really touched...
- such is the of my greatest fear.
Cruel, cruel, cruel... a I cannot penetrate,
in different we dwell,
attempting to what separates.
I force my face against this
membrane-wall and desperately I for you
from the darkest of my lonely soul.
The of the dimensions
through which to glance it not allowed,
or maybe it's just our "level" is of no
interest as it is too low.
Is it true that the mirrors' strength
can the mist and then be therefore received?
You turn the illusion of a voice...
- my desire by another defeat.
If doubt in I am growing weak in fear...
- "one day all fade".
down, looking inside
I call my dead in his grave.
My eyes have caught a of you,
now I myself to embrace your peace.
The distance grows, we apart.
What is the use of eyes if cannot see?
me in my darkness,
please wait for me, I'll the way.
I promise, I resist the tides,
until I'm finally with you again...