In the depths of this night heart
You can see dark notes of the salvation
In the black dreams of the blind man
You can play black notes in thy garden
As night griefs are rulling
Are rulling on night shades
Tears of the shades for their darkening
This is night heart
This is mirror of they hearts
Into the glades of my crimson night
Can you see any green color?
Can you see...?
So Say to they: shut up, now
Cause I haven't any color of this life
And I haven't green of my glades
Through night, realy darkness
In my heart of my night
Where is the moon?
Where is shining?
Heh, this is crimson desire.
This is black doom of my night heart
