Текст песни SWALE - In times when we are nameless

He knows death
He knows death to the bone
A shallow man
A shallow man in the shroud of meaningless pain
The sunrise of life
The sunrise of life
Reflecting in dew fades away until it dies in bottomless eyes
Old orchards of soul
Still bloom a bit
Unspoken words return an echo of pure silence
He wears a coat
A coat of men’s sins
He wears shoes of all the men’s grief and lies and tortures of beliefs

Like an outcast rambling so restlessly
A sharp blade kisses so endlessly

These deep woods are drowning in vanity of limbs and thoughts of lips and sighs
Drink pure silence standing next to the deep woods
In these woods winds tear apart some withering leaves so similar to us