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Ancient Memories
In this city, all men are false
Death pronounced mild verses about life
The walls of houses shaped by the voices of demons
A mysterious light in the distance
Supernatural beings, supernatural beings
Once ,a very long ago they traveled on the blue road
From now they are nameless even in dreams
Nameless even in dreams
Nameless even in dreams
Nameless even in dreams
The mysterious world of the underground
They see only the walls and the stairs
Leading into the darkness
The window, built in eclipse
The inscription above steps does not mentioned the name
People are communicating with signs
They worship the sun and the fractured mountains
In the evening songs floated like clouds
Throughout the day, by night
Songs floated like clouds
Songs floated like clouds
Songs floated on the clouds
Caught in the web of clouds
He sees angels expelled
Falling from the edge of the world
They fell from the edge of the world
So high above the street and voices
Store traces in a just one short thought
Shadows, reminder of the people in the passage
The passage through the world
Figs and the waters were still intact
Wind passes through the cracked walls
Nobody transmits light
No one brings the light
No one brings the light
No one brings the light
No one brings the light
Tide, they swing at the bottom of the bay
Crumbling walls, now
With crystal ball they shaped their memories
Memories are formed, shaped
Nameless even in dreams
Nameless even in dreams
Nameless even in dreams
Defeated and the victor miraculously brought together
Under the demolished wall
The statues were overturned, the signs of the gods
The statues were overturned, the signs of the gods
The statues were overturned, the signs of the gods
Covered with fabric
They have not found, not found
What makes them so urgent
Nameless even in dreams
Nameless even in dreams
Nameless even in dreams
From the sleep , procession of slaves
Attracted by the scent of the little known things
End of history's is dark bottom
End of history's is dark bottom
End of history's is dark bottom
Nameless even in dreams
Nameless even in dreams
Nameless even in dreams
Given me a bowl full of moonlight
And leave me a bouquet of dead flowers
Along the coast, together with a ancient memories
In this city, all men are false
Death pronounced mild verses about life
The walls of houses shaped by the voices of demons
A mysterious light in the distance
Supernatural beings, supernatural beings
Once ,a very long ago they traveled on the blue road
From now they are nameless even in dreams
Nameless even in dreams
Nameless even in dreams
Nameless even in dreams
The mysterious world of the underground
They see only the walls and the stairs
Leading into the darkness
The window, built in eclipse
The inscription above steps does not mentioned the name
People are communicating with signs
They worship the sun and the fractured mountains
In the evening songs floated like clouds
Throughout the day, by night
Songs floated like clouds
Songs floated like clouds
Songs floated on the clouds
Caught in the web of clouds
He sees angels expelled
Falling from the edge of the world
They fell from the edge of the world
So high above the street and voices
Store traces in a just one short thought
Shadows, reminder of the people in the passage
The passage through the world
Figs and the waters were still intact
Wind passes through the cracked walls
Nobody transmits light
No one brings the light
No one brings the light
No one brings the light
No one brings the light
Tide, they swing at the bottom of the bay
Crumbling walls, now
With crystal ball they shaped their memories
Memories are formed, shaped
Nameless even in dreams
Nameless even in dreams
Nameless even in dreams
Defeated and the victor miraculously brought together
Under the demolished wall
The statues were overturned, the signs of the gods
The statues were overturned, the signs of the gods
The statues were overturned, the signs of the gods
Covered with fabric
They have not found, not found
What makes them so urgent
Nameless even in dreams
Nameless even in dreams
Nameless even in dreams
From the sleep , procession of slaves
Attracted by the scent of the little known things
End of history's is dark bottom
End of history's is dark bottom
End of history's is dark bottom
Nameless even in dreams
Nameless even in dreams
Nameless even in dreams
Given me a bowl full of moonlight
And leave me a bouquet of dead flowers
Along the coast, together with a ancient memories