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• Artiste: Winter of Life
• Titre: Winter Of Life
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“Why do I have to love?” asked the man to the wind. Being undelived “if it makes me cry, making me weak, driving me crazy?” “'Cause you're a man,” said the wind. “Why do you flow so serene while I'm crumbling?” said the man to the summer-end sea. “Cause there are more waves in you then in all the flood I've ever brought. But I'm eternal I saw thousands of seasons, And you're stuck in winter of life.” Staring at the snow that falls around (cold seems to know what burns in the man's heart) She's inside, laying on a pallet much lighter than the icy floor he runs on, alone. “Peace, silence, stop this violence” but the furious rain screams now “love, hate, this is your fate man, in winter you will live your life”. “Why do I have to hate Her? Why do I have to hate myself? Why do I have to hate you all? Why do I need you, and why did I forget the stars talking about Her laughing while I poison pools? We are so close and so damn apart.” “But I will rise from the winter of life burst by the fears and the tears every night I'll see the light in the darkest day if you will fight by my side, my pain”. “Why do I have to hate the sparkle of the fire?” Said the man to the dying sun. “She gives the life that She always wants to take away. Why don't I have the strength to stop, to breathe?” “I got no answer, you see, I'm burning. Who do you think that burst me? And why? I'm condemned to die and to be born again Burning again, suffering, rejoicing, suffering again.” “If dreams didn't want to be reality,” said the man to the moon in the well. “Yes, and I wouldn't be anything but a reflex, man, I'd shine, I'd cry and I'd delight. You got hands, you got a tongue, you've felt pain, feel this for me.” But while the man howls to the silence While his thousands voices forsake him She's inside, laying on a pallet much lighter than the icy floor he runs on, alone. There's a voice in every act of mine It's a sound you can't catch There's a strangled scream in my breast It's a silence that wouldn't crash There's some lies hidden in my words They turns to a love you can't grasp There's a deep silence in our worlds It's a violence I cannot stand