When the cities are burning, the visions are calling

Nothing can help me from the past

But my memories are still harder to survive

When the cities are burning, the visions are calling

Nothing can help me from the past

But my memories are still harder to survive

Silently the curtains wave in these streets where dead dreams fly through

They shake under a sunset too warm for the frail skin

From the devastated, the color of the trees now weakens

I feel the walls around me

I feel the moisture, disorder

I feel the sorrow between the walls of this city

I remember its words, now cursing my wounds, destroying my world

When the cities are burning, the visions are calling

Nothing can help me from the past

But my memories are still harder to survive

In the deep of misery, where shadows rise behind all these fears

I need to know. I need to know

I remember its words, in echoes, about everything you call home The more you think it's yours

The time it will disappear before tomorrow

When the cities are burning, the visions are calling

Nothing can help me from the past

But my memories are still harder to survive

When the cities are burning, the visions are calling

When the cities are burning, the visions are calling

Nothing can help me from the past

But my memories are still harder to survive