ترانه:
Wounded The Monument

ترجمه: مجروح. بقعه.

As I see you here a sleep, Arms wide open your eyes a little weird. And a shivering on the rhythm, Of the deeds of a very old man. I want to heal this

I feel standing, remarkable. Blessed again, it?s to late. A dark incision, I?m flammable. The darkest years, Scattered dreams. The night she?s calling

In this godforsaken bitterness, I rest with my hands on your hands, As I am mislead. Now I dream of dreams everlasting, Of an uncursed world with dreamland

No more we shall cry, In the lap of our own disguise. Who will perish from this earth. But never from our hearts. For only they have won, Who are named on this monument

Yet once beloved silencers, came to perish. To enamoured hearts of eachother. With darkness and night in their wings. They bring silver tears in the

No more we shall cry, In the lap of our own disguise. Who will perish from this earth. But never from our hearts. For only they have won, Who are named on this monument