[Words & Music: S. Johansson] A broken picture, a broken mind The colored life turns black and white The remaining pieces won't tell you why When questions
Vertimas: Atminties sodas. Paieška.
on the pier tonight, my soul departs from me Striding like Thalia's Ghost south on the murky sea And into midnight's tapestry she fades, ragged and wild Searching
I haven't got you Left in my paradise gone wrong And one more sunset to face on my own I drawn my sorrows in the garden of despair Trying to wash away the memories
as they can't see Now you can say: "Speak your last word, speak your last word!" Born in the garden of overgrown madness We still search what remains
to become men and men grow to become fools. he saw hope, beauty, war, strength, weakness, chaos, stillness he watched until he could recite each scene from memory
monkey looked up at the stars And he thought to himself Memory is a stranger History is for fools And he cleaned his hands in a pool of holy writing Turned his back on the garden
the stars And thought to himself Memory is a stranger History is for fools And he cleaned his hands In a pool of holy writing Turned his back on the garden
and still you are searching for your lost memories but you know you'll have a blind date with your death The chance to live has never been closer enter the garden
home without notice no landmark to be seen the ground died beneath us the landscape was unclean as we search for oblivion we forget to remember the faint memory
That leaves you with a mental picture The girl with the strong arm drank straight whiskey But I understand that she will still quotes scriptures All poor gardeners
, so why don't you quit Get over it, get over it Love Will Keep Us Alive I was standing All alone against the world outside You were searching
he sings Of the sweet memories of his beloved tosca and his dashed dreams. English translation How the stars seemed to shimmer, The sweet scents of the garden
he sings of the sweet memories of his beloved Tosca and his dashed dreams. ENGLISH TRANSLATION How the stars seemed to shimmer, the sweet scents of the garden
on the pier tonight, my soul departs from me Striding like Thalia's ghost south on the murky sea And into midnight's tapestry she fades, ragged and wild Searching
Suddenly there's a light. I wake from a nightmare. Every night's the same. A garden of pleasures. I see my soul in flames Searching for silence. Searching
countless scattered dying stars by the fireplaces we found some comfort Waiting all to serve a greater purpose or to join the cosmic circus now From the garden