Alba s touto skladbou:
Pandemie of People´s Decadence,
A small ball somewhere inside myself
Sank down in the past
coming up at once,
followed by bad nightmare,
her soul strongly closed by arms.
When she is talking the laugh is getting down,
a hard flash hits all of us.
I´m gazing straight ahead
and desordered thoughts aren´t getting order.
The sudden heaviness of my mind,
The shocked body goes through the beautiful feelings of the past.
The more memories the bigger the weight.
My soul is becoming a small ball somewhere inside myself.
I am sitting at the table looking on my hands,
I am thinking how to form my words
to express the state of mind
when the press inside is tearing my body.
The disordered thoughts still have no order.
They are floating through my fingers
when I want to catch them and make your picture of them.
The sudden heaviness of my mind,
The shocked body goes through the beautiful feelings of the past.
The more memories the bigger the weight.
My soul is becoming a small ball somewhere inside myself.
My heart is toiling through toothed weels
when I am trying to get rid of this horrible think.
Something inside of my mind deffences,
something is afraid of forgetting all those wonderful times.
The terryfying press is filling my body
and tears are coming.
Slowly falling down my face.
I am laving on the floor and freezing with crying.
My tears are mixing with dust ... as your blood with the earth.
