Waves of Griefs, Seas of Regrets

 

Violent waves crumbling down

among fingertips made of steel.

Perceive the silent cold upon my skin

and tear your heart apart again:

a gentle whispering, tears made of salt under your thoughts are soaking

 

Perceive the silent cold upon my skin

your thoughts are soaking

 

Violent waves crumbling down

among my fingertips made of steel.

 

For where we belong

has been a lie

And we stand now here

Struggling to get by

For where we belong

No longer exists

we were left out here

By someone else’s fault

 

Nobody has asked to come at life

Nobody taught us about these landscapes

As lonely peaks, proudly we stand

Against waves of griefs, in seas of regrets

 

May this salty old wind

Throw our thoughts

In deep disarray

May this salty old wind

Throw our thoughts

In deep disarray

As lonely peaks, proudly we stand

Against waves of griefs, in seas of regrets

 

sailing without directions in the sea of time

we’re haunted by what we could have become

in the shadow of those who came before,

without any mean for us to measure our agony

 

For where we belong

has been a lie

And we stand now here

Struggling to get by

As lonely peaks, proudly we stand

Against waves of griefs, in seas of regrets

 

On these yearning shores,

willing to go

But always part of the same

neverending nightmare