Sceptic

Painful Silence

Sceptic


The beauty of silent waters has awaken 
Green in the shadow or gold in the sun 
Echoes from the bottom of my heart 
Are reflecting in the drops of heavy rain 
How light and fresh is the air we breathe 
In the windless autumn day like this 
Our feelings are turning into the stone 
And floating away to the stars again 

What's more beautiful than nature , it's mysteries 
Fantastic words and finally the painful silence of melancholy 

My dear , bosom friend , why don't you understand 
Those figures on the ground , that we have to defend 

Like secret of an abyss of sky , we were trying to find 
Oblivion , the precious piece of our confused and lost minds