Don�t cry, it seems vainly now when the wimples were suddenly fell.
How do you want to be loved with this scuff that you dig secretly in your mask.
Don�t cry, the affliction isn�t enough, the sorrow isn�t enough to rise.
How many times you are going to close your eyes in front of your cracked idol.
Every noon you burn, from an intolerable pain, suddenly you become a butterfly.
You metamorphose in fire, every noon you burn.
How do you want to be loved with this scuff that you dig secretly in your mask.
Your veins are vacant of blood, and only one demon leaps� slowly!
Every noon you burn, from an intolerable pain, suddenly you become a butterfly.
You metamorphose in fire, every noon you burn.
You are hanging from the air, you are not treading anywhere, you are hanging from nowhere!
Music - Lyrics: Diafana Krina
