Luyện nghe bài hát Memalon

Who is the old man, who
my heart greatest pain
yet his remains unheard?
I look at you and true tears
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...
- such is the design of my fear.
Cruel, cruel, cruel... a I cannot penetrate,
in worlds we dwell,
attempting to what separates.
I force my against this strangest
membrane-wall and I call for you
from the darkest of my lonely soul.
The mist of the
through which to glance it not allowed,
or it's just that our "level" is of no
as it is simply too low.
Is it true only the mirrors' strength
can the mist and then be therefore received?
You around the illusion of a voice...
- my desire crowned by 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 caught 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 resist the tides,
until I'm finally united you again...