Слова:
Paramaecium A Time To Mourn

the wherewithall To suspect they were hurting too In the night time I cry In the night time I lie In the night time I die In the night time I cry that

thoughts, my dreams, All are seldom what they seem Given time all the pain seems to melt away Even time cannot heal that which Promised to stay for evermore Given time

Faded by the hands of time Faint echoes of my childhood dream The images of days gone by Are seldom what they seem The candlelight spells out my name

now I've come to see the light is whiter And the life will enter in time It's always whiter and the life is ever in time Gravely the old man with greyish