Текст песни Братья Гримм - Reality

strange hero
Next to you ,
Remember my eyes ,
And I'll take yours.
Again overflowed ,
overturn
And twist me your
Wave Ochumelov days.

Morning in the smoke-filled room ,
In a sleepy ghost town ,
Minor on his lips froze.
Morning comes back from memory,
Only solid reality -
Forget him no power .

Strangely , the hero
Wounded by an arrow ,
And your not saved him ,
What armor on his chest.
waking dream
inscribe chapter
To the story of young moons
Under the cold voice of the strings.