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Midnight,
Dream is bowing,
Almighty's the memory
When she ascends to her throne.
On her face
Her lover time left his mark,
She's searching for the guilty in the books of years.

Memory,
How cruelly is she not lying
When she moves in front of us
What hurts us the most,
When she extends the sleeplessness
Over nights and days,
Sending her envoys in the bitter past.

Here I am the first tear
That flows deep and hurts.
Here I am
An unconscious gesture,
A bad dream and a remnant of the will.

Put an end
To my nights of nightmares.
If the memory is a punishment
Why did she enter our house?
If she wanders astray every night
On the roads of sadness and evil,
What will she find here? Only a few dates...

~ ♫ ♫ ♫ ~

Here is a gentle laugh that trembles
From a hundred conversations of friends.
But here comes the fear,
I run through the darkness and blizzard,
Betrayed, evil and alone.

Memory
Constantly shelters and hurts,
Always faithful like a stone,
Always tender like a fog.
In the pre-dawn,
Memory and wind are dancing in unison.
Look behind you: it's time to live.