Luyện nghe bài hát Memalon

Who is the old man, who
my with greatest pain
yet his remains unheard?
I look at you and tears shake
my Saturnworld.
Who is the old man,
burned itself
down to the of my soul.
You push me and raise me up,
the for both I long to know.
Who are you I worship? 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 really touched...
- is the design of my greatest fear.
Cruel, cruel, cruel... a veil I penetrate,
in different we dwell,
attempting to dissolve separates.
I force my face against strangest
membrane-wall and I call for you
from the depths of my lonely soul.
The mist of the
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 only the strength
can conquer the mist and be therefore received?
You around the illusion of a voice...
- my desire by another defeat.
If walks in I am growing weak in fear...
- "one day all fade".
Lying down, looking
I call my lover in his grave.
My eyes have a glimpse 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, find the way.
I promise, I shall the tides,
I'm finally united with you again...