Minima / Message

Many hours and many days passed
They faded like the words
In deep winter
Many days and many hours passed
Like the friends that are gone
A blurred image

Two poisoned birds
Our feathers crack on the walls
We send a message to the outside world
We regret nothing

Many hours and many days passed
Our lives were sold
To the ageing aeon
Many hours and many days are coming
One day morning
You will find our names
Engraved on the walls

Two poisoned birds
Our feathers crack on the walls
We send a message to the outside world
We regret nothing

We send a message to the outside world