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Many are the themes of your history in which you would have preferred not to have part

You can hear the buzzing of a fly

The sweet coming and going of your breath

The beating of your heart and the blood circulating

The only true sounds you realize you've ever known

The beating of your heart and the blood circulating

The only true sounds you realize you've ever known

I drag myself up the stairs with my dying legs

I hear the mourning of the mothers of the black veil

I ask myself the sense of this sadness

No one answers to my silent questions

I drag myself up the stairs with my dying legs

I hear the mourning of the mothers of the black veil

I ask myself the sense of this sadness

No one answers to my silent questions

But a sad truth appears from their red and wet eyes: they knew.

... and I was the only one that didn't want to understand.

I drag myself up the stairs with my dying legs

I hear the mourning of the mothers of the black veil

Many are the themes of your history in which you would have preferred not to have part

You can hear the buzzing of a fly

The sweet coming and going of your breath

The beating of your heart and the blood circulating

The only true sounds you realize you've ever known

... and I was the only one that didn't want to understand.

I have a devastated and a frightening complexion

My eyes are tired

I realize I have searched in the wrong places

I made several steps before I surrender

A cold hand touches my shoulder and I realize that my search has ended