Luyện nghe bài hát Memalon

Who is the old man, who
my heart greatest pain
yet his remains unheard?
I at you and true tears shake
my Saturnworld.
Who is the old man,
burned itself
down to the of my soul.
You push me back and me up,
the criteria for I long 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 speak to me but what is it I
We have never touched...
- such is the design of my fear.
Cruel, cruel, cruel... a veil I penetrate,
in worlds we dwell,
attempting to what separates.
I force my against this strangest
and desperately I call for you
from the depths of my lonely soul.
The mist of the
which to glance it seems not allowed,
or maybe just that our "level" is of no
as it is simply too low.
Is it that only the mirrors' strength
can conquer the mist and be therefore received?
You turn the illusion of a voice...
- my desire by another defeat.
If doubt walks in I am growing in fear...
- "one day all fade".
down, looking inside
I call my dead in his grave.
My eyes caught a glimpse of you,
now I devour myself to your peace.
The grows, we drift apart.
What is the use of if they cannot see?
me in my darkness,
please wait for me, I'll the way.
I promise, I shall the tides,
until I'm finally with you again...