A.D.R.B. (en busca eterna)

Rare is the void you've left in me wind, if I search for you there's only wind
and here remains old fog, endless spinning dead door April song
wind that takes away memories that clouds me up to your face and in the end there's nothing left
not even the nostalgia of being able to remember you. The sky forgave but it was wise and cruel
left me lying down and like dead on the sidewalk and was so severe made me grow
time unjust left with it sky that takes away memories that clouds me up to your face
and in the end there's nothing left not even the nostalgia of being able to remember you There's nothing
just the longing to dream of seeing you and knowing how to stay there forever
and never return no more there's nothing just the longing to dream of seeing you and knowing
how to stay there forever not to wake up again

Rare is the hope you've left in me rare and like eternal condemns me
to wait until the end old fog, endless spinning
dead door, April song if my eyes could see far
and I could find you even if just for a moment
I would rest from so much walking rare is the void you've left in me
wind, if I search for you there's only wind and here remains
old fog, endless spinning dead door April song
wind that takes away memories that clouds me up to your face
and in the end there's nothing left not even the nostalgia of being able to remember you
There's nothing just the longing to dream of seeing you and knowing
how to stay there forever and never return
there's nothing just the longing to dream of seeing you and knowing
how to stay there forever not to wake up again.