Alba s touto skladbou:
Theatric Symbolisation Of Life,
Life seen through the eyes of an agarchrist
So cold
So blind
So naieve
The truth beyond, will not be found
Deceiving masks, that's what's all around
So cold
So blind
Like a train, leading to nowhere
Reflections of death, but why?
Forced to choose another path
The one which is covered with theatric thoughts
The tree stands along
Hidden, but still strong
Carrying all the leafs
For us to pick, for them to leave
Then, wind comes and blows
The leafs fall and go
But there's one that's gonna stick
That's the one I'm gonna pick
I'm gonna carry this one forever
Loose it? No, never!
But I guess it's just an utopy
Based on my insecurity
Still I'll try to pick
The true leaf that won't trick
The one without a mask
But which one, if I may ask?
Then, wind comes and blows
The leafs fall and go
But there's one that's gonna stick
That's the one, I'm gonna pick
