Paroles de Vhatsoewer

I feel my heart stopping Just once after every beat The spirits of blood don´t want Too long to share my company I pass by my life`s stop In the carriage of dread Can I rent a palace In the slum of the dead? I sense the hum of my thoughts I hear my sighs of bliss I scream for my heart to stop Just a little bit more after this A child and an old man sit In a dungeon of train of life One - a past of great weight The other - its future so bright