Pictures from Eternity (Bilder Aus Der Ewigkeit)

Along these gardens the breeze of May

is drifting in the light

And all the pictures are holy and lost

are burning in the sky.

We're on the border, on the wet edge

the sparkling of the cross

and I see your eyes so far from here

flying in the purple dust.

Spring is all around you

and calls your name softly in the wind

Burning when the day is dying

she kills the rays of a boundless sun.

And falls after years of death

eternally on your tears of joy.

So feel, feel the hands of glory

that will lead you into a golden sea.

I see the angels, they come from there,

they've crossed the flaming curtain.

Your glance is nervous but there's no fear

you're waiting for your crown.

Spring is all around you

and calls your name softly in the wind

And falls after years of death

eternally on your tears of joy.

Starless is the evening door

I see your face, your face in the sun

and shine in this endless spring

forever in the light.

Burning when the day is dying

and kills the rays of a boundless sun.

So feel, feel the hands of glory

that will lead you in a golden sea.

And shine in this endless spring

forever in the light.

And shine in this endless spring

forever in the light.

I know all the waters 'round me

now are flowing to the sea

and every spoken word is a cancer

that slowly kills this hope in deep

and all the shadows on the curtain

are only traitors of a dream...

So, please, come to my empty lost room

because the lights are getting white

and then the figures on these ice walls

are cutting fingers in my head

and I'm not joking, I'm seeing they're coming

over my trembling and unsteady legs.

So you go on to say the waters

are only rivers to the sea,

but please, remember I'm so tired

and your rat-words make me afraid.

So my dear father and my good mother

my nightmares are your good friends.

My tears are vain and I've no more voice,

for all these years I screamed my name.

The glasses hide my tortured twilight

I've no more time to turn now back.

Why don't you know the spring is rising...?

You cannot follow me, because I'm dead.

I am the light, now...

I am the light.

ecov aim al è non atseuq.

outiba im

ocop nu opod, am,

isratsefinam arbmes,

etnemarar es ehcna,

amsatnaf ehclauq.

eniduteiuqni otnes, otnat ingo,

ottut etnatsonon, am.

itnetrevid, etlov a, izna,

ivittac onos non.

azneserp orol al

eritnes onnaf otnat ingo ehc

inimo iloccip itnat onos ic,

irossecorp i

ortned, ivac i art e

erotartsiger oim leN

Waiting for the silent men

watching the solar nights

while in these mornings

sparkling drops of young spears

are falling from the trees...

In the boulevard of light

In the boulevard of light.

Fresh waters and fountains

reappearing in the quiet zones

where is possible to rest

laying on the blue bed

at the edge of heaven.

And if in the night

I cannot see anymore flights

I can hear some distant screams

lost in the great obscurity;

when fog is turning back

from the front of a black war

I am walkig near that river

that leads me through the rain

as the gates of the wasted bridge...

as the gates of the wasted bridge...

Night of echoes, missing faces

missing steps of missing men

in a dream of grey old shadows

smoking cigarettes at last

on the bridge of broken leaves.

Smoking cigarettes with ghosts

on the bridge of broken leaves.

And at the end of day, pain's getting real

as no more light could shine for thousands of years

Where is the gentle haze that brings on the peace

Father of fear you ate the dark heart of night

Mind weeping rides away

tired of these long white nights

in silence I percieve

the years rolling by

for it's a puzzling feeling

that grows so much inside,

inside, inside my dream

tired and trembling I hide

A long night should feed the dawn but no light dwells here

The way to find the sun seems so distant now

Father of fear, my Lord, what are you for real?

You gave my aching heart to the wind from the abyss

Tollings of the new sun

have the same noise of dreams

while things just fall apart

and I can't resist

and like in troubled waters

I might now drown

so inside, inside my dream

tired and trembling I go

And death mows with her wing

as darkness drops down again

and wish I had courage now

equal to my desire

and have that proud look

shining in my eyes, as though

I had gazed, gazed for days

into the burning sun

Snow stops falling so it'd like to get dirty

at the street corners under the dreary March sun.

I'd give my own self for this dreadful winter

so it doesn't come to an end

In Death... within Death...

I've got Death... Death...

I love this fall full of tears

I love this useless downfall somptuos, blessed

I won't ever come back. Let me say it...

I don't ever want life in me again. Dreadful atrocious life.

A finest paradise, the joy of death

and garden full of statues without shade

And the madness from the deepest pain

shore... of the end

beaches without any sound

from the sea. Infinite and deserted

and such unnatural possession of agony

and then unconsciousness, so to feel its happy intoxication.

I don't accept any sentence from these vile ones

towards me or anyone else

There is no forgiveness. The end is absolute

War will finish

I accept death from God and, in Him do I want to die

I am the hell that few know. I'm here to meet a few

so life falls out, falls down. Speechless.

Within the flow of a tortured wind

the light falls down, gives up

I can't come out

Now I'm afraid

sometimes it comes back. It doesn't stay long

Nobody ever died here inside. Yes...

The boat is appearing from a straight canal

There it's raining... there inside.

Where I'm going...?

It's raining, there inside.

Having escaped from hell forever

I prepare myself

for my execution.

I see your body laying down

what are you doing ?.. You're joking...

I hear you laughing I hear you laughing

so, come, wake up it's time to go

why don't you move your legs

I'll tell you a story in your room

when we'll be back home

so, don't you be so uncertain

can you remember me?

I will take you in my friendly arms

and I will see you in the sun

we will go everywhere you want

and you'll smile forever

it's time to kill the sea itself

and every breath of life

I don't want to see anymore

those faces all around

and I will eat their pulsing hearts

under the rain of glory

so don't you be so uncertain

can you remember me ?

the time has come to kill the light

arrogant witness of the skies

the icy wing is rising up

to kill awfull horizons

so don't you be so hesitant

the CORRIDOR is shining

please don't you be so scared

can you remember me ?

Meine Nächte sind heiser zerschrieen.

Eine Wunde, die riß. Ein Mund

Zerschneidet gläsernes Weh.

Zum Fenster flackerte ein Schrei herein

Voll Sommer, Laub und Herz.

Ein Weinen kam. Und starke Arme drohten.

Ein Gram schwebt immer über unsern Nächten.

Wir zerren an den Decken

Und rufen Schlaf. Ein Strom von Blut wellt auf

Und spült uns hoch, wenn spät der Morgen grünt.

Schornsteine stehn in großem Zwischenraum

Im Wintertag, und tragen seine Last,

Des schwarzen Himmels dunkelnden Palast.

Wie goldne Stufe brennt sein niedrer Saum.

Fern zwischen kahlen Bäumen, manchem Haus,

Zäunen und Schuppen, wo die Weltstadt ebbt,

Und auf vereisten Schienen mühsam schleppt

Ein langer Güterzug sich schwer hinaus.

Ein Armenkirchhof ragt, schwarz, Stein an Stein,

Die Toten schaun den roten Untergang

Aus ihrem Loch. Er schmeckt wie starker Wein.

Sie sitzen strickend an der Wand entlang,

Mützen aus Ruß dem nackten Schläfenbein,

Zur Marseillaise, dem alten Sturmgesang.