Текст песни Sirrah - Rhea
Sirrah - Rhea слова песни
To understand the stream of wordsThat in one moment subside into silenceOnly to be reborn at the least expected timeBut having lost the truth and original meaningIf I could flyOh if I could flyBut I`m not able even t`rise or tell coloursHere comes the timeCan`t hear the applauseAppreciationHere comes the time to stop!A thread ties strong the fibres of my hatredTightening the loop that hangs around my neckThe walls go sparkingStart tearing of my skinThis miserable coat that won`t let me run awayI scrape myself searching for a way to escapeKnowing it is bound to failCan see some lonely drops congealing on the handrailEven teh longest day must sometime come to an endTo cath up with at least one thoughtThat dies, dissolves in twinkling of an eyeAmong faded pages taht are dampened with sweatIn remote comes of non-existence frenzyIf I could flyBut I`m not able even t`rise or tell coloursCan`t hear applauseAppreciationHere comes timeTo stop!Presenting my left handThe right one? Who cares?It left me...