Well, you were so tired As the sun went down Across an empty land You heard the swallows' cry But the spring was far, An illusion sneaked Behind the back of your mind With its worthless dreams I'm sorry, love, for the sad mistakes I did That now we're here contemplating We took the blade right out But the pride stayed in And no one could get it clean April, May and June With their narrow path That led this warm intentions To this frozen crime Black smoke drifting slowly In this great white sky Fading clouds and silence Revealing all our lies The hushed cry of the wind between these trees Reminds us of the wars we faced And if someday you'll wonder what it was all about A falling star will answer with its dark parade