domingo, 3 de mayo de 2009

Epica - Memory


Not a sound from the pavement

Has the moon lost her memory?

She is smiling alone.

In the lamplight,

The withered leaves collect at my feet,

And the wind begins to moan.

Memory,All alone in the moonlight,

I can dream of the old days

Life was beautiful then

I remember the time

I knew what happiness was.

Let the memory live again.

Every street lamp seems to beat

A fatalistic warning.

Someone mutters and the street lamp gutters

And soon it will be morning.


I must wait for the sunrise,

I must think of a new life

And I musn't give in.

When the dawn comes,

Tonight will be a memory too

And a new day will begin.

Burnt out ends of smoky days,

The stale cold smell of morning.

A street lamp dies,

Another night is over,

Another day is dawning.

Touch me,

It's so easy to leave me

All alone with the memory

Of my days in the sun.

If you touch me,

You'll understand what happiness is.

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