Silent Winter Symphony

Skeletal princess touching eternity Silent fluttering of wings In the midst of breath of million If we lived eternally Would my breath on your body be eternal? Everything is like dispersion of dust by the wind Recollection kills ticking of the clock How easy is to profane eternity The living touch the dead To believe in future I believe in one death, non-existence of saints Authentic death of the "saviour" And reward, and love under will ..life is a silent winter symphony.. If we lived eternally Would my breath on your body be eternal? Recollection kills ticking of the clock How easy is to profane eternity The living touch the dead To believe in future If we lived forever Would my memory, left by myself, be eternal? Everything is a hollow prayer before wooden idol A prayer of a def-mute