كلمات She's Going To Heaven

We can feel it The Sea is pouring out of the eyes Somewhere inside it´s wasted and hard That isn´t close to airships Quietly flowing over the sky But extremely close When they catch a fire Flame up and burn up In the air No needed explanation to those down who remains All The answers get ahead of the questions Every next not to be worth opening the mouth We can feel that vanity Little chips of the soul inside of us Is still separating Exacerbate heart into tatters We can feel it - scarified by strokes Leaves in the wind rustle when it´s time Bunch of flowers in many human hands And ground is in black covered From respect Love and in memory right now When she goes away Into the heaven ward