Letras
People are mirrors, don't
look them in the
eye
You know, I see—there's not a drop of
warmth in them
People are mirrors, getting lost in them
People are just bodies, souls have left
them
I run, I stumble, I climb
Here are them again—cracks in the
asphalt, my scars
I spit, I stumble, as if delirious
I close the door, but I can't find the key
anymore
When days come in the midst of winter,
When your light touches our faces that
have lowered forever
Then the world will open, dawn of a soul,
Then all faces will show each other the
light of the planets.
And now, forward, when the days come in
the midst of winter,
When your light touches a heart again and
soothes my pain, my pain
But remember me, remember me like this,
Remember my handwriting amidst the
ruins
To hold, not to break ...
People are mirrors (x3)
When days come in the midst of winter,
When your light touches our faces that
have lowered forever
Then the world will open, dawn of a soul,
Then all faces will show each other the
light of the planets.
And now, when the days come in the
midst of winter,
When your light touches a heart again and
soothes my pain, my pain
But remember me, remember me like this,
Remember my handwriting amidst the
ruins
To hold, not to break ...