Luyện nghe bài hát Memalon

Who is the old man, who
my heart with pain
yet his remains unheard?
I look at you and tears shake
my Saturnworld.
Who is the old man,
picture burned
to the bottom of my soul.
You push me back and me up,
the criteria for I long to know.
Who are you I worship? is the
name of the one I
me how to reach you, to you I'd
bow my in awe.
You to me but what is it I hear?
We have really touched...
- such is the of my greatest fear.
Cruel, cruel, cruel... a I cannot penetrate,
in worlds we dwell,
to dissolve what separates.
I force my face against this
membrane-wall and desperately I for you
from the darkest of my lonely soul.
The mist of the
through which to glance it not allowed,
or maybe it's that 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 crowned by another defeat.
If doubt walks in I am weak in fear...
- "one day all fade".
Lying down, looking
I call my dead in his grave.
My eyes have caught a of you,
now I devour myself to your peace.
The grows, we drift apart.
What is the use of eyes if they cannot
me in my darkness,
please wait for me, I'll the way.
I promise, I shall the tides,
until I'm finally united you again...