كلمات Circle Of The Angels

Sometimes I stop to wonder who'll die before, whether the wind or the sun the sea or the rain, the fire of God... My nerves, under pressure. I keep silence while a new zoo begins to move once again, absent-minded, incoherent, loose and ignorant, as is its custom. Perhaps nobody has noticed me but one day more is so hard to bear and in the dark they still can perceive all they might report every thing they saw. But their lips shall stop and their spit keeps on shining along with the stars. Streets now empty have lost their breath, memories are far-off and the few folk remained don't mind about that, as if a cloud would haze the whole horizon. Another dream, silently... it's only another dream