Luyện nghe bài hát Memalon

Who is the old man, who
my with greatest pain
yet his name remains
I look at you and true shake
my Saturnworld.
Who is the old man,
picture burned
to the bottom of my soul.
You push me and raise me up,
the for both I long to know.
Who are you I What 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 never touched...
- such is the of my greatest fear.
Cruel, cruel, cruel... a veil I penetrate,
in different we dwell,
attempting to dissolve separates.
I force my face this strangest
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 just that our "level" is of no
interest as it is too low.
Is it true that only the mirrors'
can conquer the mist and be therefore received?
You around the illusion of a voice...
- my crowned by another defeat.
If doubt walks in I am growing in fear...
- "one day all fade".
Lying down, looking
I my dead lover in his grave.
My eyes caught a glimpse of you,
now I devour to embrace your peace.
The distance grows, we apart.
What is the use of eyes if cannot see?
me in my darkness,
please for me, I'll find the way.
I promise, I shall the tides,
until I'm finally united you again...