Luyện nghe bài hát Memalon

Who is the old man, who
my heart with 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 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 have really touched...
- such is the of my greatest fear.
Cruel, cruel, cruel... a veil I penetrate,
in worlds we dwell,
to dissolve what separates.
I force my face against strangest
and desperately I call for you
from the depths of my lonely soul.
The mist of the
through which to it seems not allowed,
or maybe it's that our "level" is of no
interest as it is too low.
Is it true that only the mirrors'
can conquer the mist and then be therefore
You turn 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, inside
I call my dead in his grave.
My eyes have a glimpse of you,
now I devour myself to your peace.
The distance grows, we apart.
What is the use of eyes if they 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...