Текст песни Epic Rain - realness of a fiction

REALNESS OF A FICTION

an old man at the bus station
sits alone and waits for the world to end
he smokes like a chimney
and holds tightly on a torn book in his left hand
each page keeps a secret
without any exaggeration
in a private universe
he saw his childhood drawn in a illustration

CHORUS
ever so often he falls to the ground
the realness of a fiction
the wind brings the bark of the hounds
the realness of a fiction
he took the first path away from this road
the realness of a fiction
with nothing to guide him except for his soul
the realness of a fiction

the cover of the book was blank
except for two digits up in the left corner
the numbers were the same as the age of the old man
who now felt it was written in his honor
he saw his whole life story
colored by the shades
the realness of a fiction
is seeing your own life being described on a page