Music for Dead Flowers

A cold whisper cuts the damp glass,
In the garden where time has forever sunk to the bottom.
Petals drop shadows on the granite,
And every stem screams about the silence.


Moonlight slides over the dead petals,
I don't believe my own hands anymore.

Припев
This is music for dead flowers,
A lullaby made of torn dreams.
Where thorns can no longer hurt us,
We dance in the dark for the last time.


Black water dries up in a forgotten vase,
Years never return here anymore.
Porcelain faces look into the void,
I bloom along with them in this cold.


Moonlight slides over the fragile petals,
I left my heart somewhere out there.

Припев
This is music for dead flowers,
A lullaby made of torn dreams.
Where thorns can no longer hurt us,
We dance in the dark for the last time.


And the guitar sound is like crying crystal...
They withered, but I regret nothing.
For in their decay there is a special peace,
They will remain forever with me.



Припев
This is music for dead flowers,
A lullaby made of torn dreams.
Where thorns can no longer hurt us,
We dance in the dark for the last time.


For dead flowers...
For dead flowers...
In the dark...