For a long time, I was made of time
On the funeral march made of memories
For a long time, the time on it’s silence
Feed itself from my reason, …destroyed
When I stand on my feet
Than I looked into the shine
I contemplate the blowing sun in your mouth
Like this I got born to sing the time and court
The funeral of the Nexus Alma
Tomorrow I’ll see what I haven’t see yesterday
Tomorrow I know I’ll see
But tomorrow’s just a piece of life
Such of a scarce life
For a long time, the time on it’s silence
Feed itself from my reason …destroyed
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