Crimes Of Imagination
Rising of the cold morning
Improvement has been written down
The walls are gray so much again
Probably they approach to me
Today I've forgot about
Something that I was thinking everyday
When it hurts: it is good or bad?
If rotten fruit will be tasty?
Don't think. Don't look around
Don't complicate, just live.
What would You feel seeing my mind?
If our pain will be exchange
My suffering for yours
Heaven was turning gray
Now, there's a lack of colours
One day there was a lot of them
The walls wasn't so unfriendly
And pain was strange to us
Don't think. Don't look around
Don't complicate, just live.
Nothing disturbs so much
like those what reminds me storm
Without wind, without rain
My thoughts breaking the trees
Helpful plants
Taking under protection
Don't think. Don't look around
Don't complicate, just live.
Don't think. Don't look around
Don't complicate, just live.
Crímenes de la Imaginación
Levantándose en la fría mañana
La mejora ha sido anotada
Las paredes son tan grises de nuevo
Probablemente se acercan a mí
Hoy me olvidé de
Algo en lo que pensaba todos los días
Cuando duele: ¿es bueno o malo?
¿Será sabroso el fruto podrido?
No pienses. No mires alrededor
No te compliques, solo vive.
¿Qué sentirías viendo mi mente?
Si nuestro dolor fuera intercambiable
Mi sufrimiento por el tuyo
El cielo se volvía gris
Ahora, hay una falta de colores
Un día había muchos de ellos
Las paredes no eran tan hostiles
Y el dolor nos resultaba extraño
No pienses. No mires alrededor
No te compliques, solo vive.
Nada perturba tanto
como aquello que me recuerda la tormenta
Sin viento, sin lluvia
Mis pensamientos rompen los árboles
Plantas útiles
Tomando bajo su protección
No pienses. No mires alrededor
No te compliques, solo vive.
No pienses. No mires alrededor
No te compliques, solo vive.