Another murder, so many murders...
Grey rain falls on bloody chests, a child suffers,
he`ll not hear again - I love you son.
How to explain that?
It`s impossible to erase the moment
that will mark a life, the color of emptiness.
The waves break against the weakest
and the meerschaum takes away the pieces.
It rains on bloody backs, a mother pains,
her son tortured, she loves her son.
Why come to that?
Both heads of the coins are only one, it`s affliction.
Breathening the salty scent of the breeze,
I`d like the meerschaum to bring the pieces,
the waves break against the weakest,
and the meerschaum takes away pieces.