The world (inglés)

You are here
Alone again
In your sweet
Instanity
All too calm
You hide yourself
From reality
Do you call it soltide?
Do you call it liberty?
When all the world
Turns away, to leave ypu lonely

The fields
Are filled
With desires
All voices
Criying
For freedom
But all
In vain they will fade away
There's only to you
Forever

In blinded mind you are singing
A glorious halle lujab
The distant futter of angels
They're all too far, too far to reach for you

I am here alone again
In my sweet serenity
Hopping you will ever find me in any place
I will call it solitude when all my songs rade in vain
In mi voice far away to eternity.