Besedila:
Dissolving Of Prodigy Lamentations Of Innocents

Why I stared fixedly in your eyes only, Why I caressed your soft and tender palm of hand? Mockery, this damned laughter thwarted my fate. Ah, this damned

, Toward tragical end of my martyr part. By mournful handwriting of sadness Stay forever engrave my tears In my recollections On the wall of my wailing. My soul is full of lamentations

No voice, no singing, I call at the distance. Only like sad whaleos songs resound from dark fog Mournful the soul lacerating lamentations. Only the

stray to gather fragments of your voice. Echo! In mourning hopeless I heart In my inside terrible lamentation. My bankless longing, like snow flake Dissolve