Whatever Filters

So, what could i say to this man?, He´s drying in the wind Whatever filters his pain, the scars of Time The issue ain't powerful tides, is how He navigates Whatever filters his pain, his dying Parts of wonderful tones, them are Floating in the wind Whoever reaches them again, shall Be a Fine rewarded son, or a maiden who Will care And find the filters for him, his Merry dance and joy Whatever filters , whatever eases the Pain inside his heart Cuz i really miss him Whatever filters, whatever eases his Lonely hidden words Ho dear Darlan listen Please find the filters, Your clown´s Becoming the Garrik´s final joke And I can't stand losing him Whatever filters, whatever eases the Spell haunting his thoughts Ladies and gentleman, be welcome to The show, tonight we got a hell of an Incredible trick Look our buffoon from the clock Tower disappear ... I'm looking right now to this man, a Human labyrinth Whatever filters his place, his Thousand corridors The issue is not in the surprise, SURPRISE¡¡¡, is how he traps his gifts Whatever filters his pain, his dying Parts of wonderful tones, them are Floating in the wind Whoever reach them again, shall be a Fine rewarded son, or a maiden who Will care And find the filters for him, his Merry dance and joy Whatever filters, whatever eases the Pain inside his heart Cuz i really miss him Whatever filters, whatever eases his Lonely hidden words Ho dear Darlan listen Please find the filters, Your clown´s Becoming the Garrik´s final joke And I can´t stand losing him Whatever filters, whatever eases the Spell haunting his thoughts Whatever filters, whatever filters the Bid from the strife Leaving him to waste it all, whatever Filters, this rotten pie Whatever filters, whatever filters Cuz that clown is my joy and name ...