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• Artiste: Asguard
• Titre: Last Day Of The Real Existence
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When you realize That what you believed in due to your levity Was only illusion, Illusion or sham And being more exact Utopia of that unfeasible And unreal Happiness, That had been prepared By the fate And which you had destroyed, Having believed that You were the master Of the world, Master of eternal life, And that you could control destiny But you didn't believe That it was only a dream And that all dreams Sometimes came to an end. This is the last day Of real existence. The Sun is shining differently, Something playful, seducing, and Attractive is felt In this world, in this Indescribable beauty of nature. This is just sunlight That is slightly hidden By a cloud. Creation entrancing me... Who are you? An unknown genius creator Who was able to create This world, this wood This field, this rain. Oh, My God, this is rain. Warm summer rain, My last summer rain. My tears of deep sorrow, Tears of revelation, Tears of bitterness. I'll never see it again. How could I be so mistaken, How could I believe in unreal, Attractive, but deceptive. The last summer rain, so tender, So warm like the most secret dreams Which you are going through the last time The time has come, Time of retribution, Time of this unknown, Which seemed so attractive And turned out to be So deceptive. Time of a dream, And eternal sleep.