The Answer کے بول

Crossing the woods With your coldness My mind was full Of emptiness What the dreams are made? The life is an illusion? What is the mission of existence? Only questions... In my mind I have My own hell In my dreams I have My disaster Only questions in my mind. Only questions in my head Crossing the woods With your coldness My mind was full Of emptiness But now the world is falling on my head And I need to answer these questions All about what the dreams Are made. The seed of answer Starts to come And if you need to know Just see the truth With our eyes Come to our side Crossing the woods With your coldness My mind was full Of emptiness But now the world is falling on my head And I need to answer these questions All about what the dreams are made.