Sorrows of the Flesh

Taste of old with a hint of regret

This flesh`s no longer able to attract anyone

Take this fall, with notes of repent

Immersion with despondency

Aching bones and a clouded mind

These are the achievements of the years of longer life

A wail of ghosts, your hope is blind

Feeling alone like never before

No more tears to release

As you merge with the mist

Slowly crumbling to sand

The sorrows of the flesh

No more fears to appease

And mistakes to repeat

Satisfy the last wish

Of the sorrows of the flesh

Source of life has reached a dead end

The loving sun no longer warms, only leaves burns

Calming visions of yesteryear

Can no longer tempt you

This silence grows deep before the final relief

This silence grows deep

No more tears to release

As you merge with the mist

Slowly crumbling to sand

The sorrows of the flesh

No more fears to appease

And mistakes to repeat

Satisfy the last wish

Of the sorrows of the flesh

"Take me into your arms

For the first time, yet as the last time"

[Morozov`s solo]

And the sorrow will go

As you follow the glow

Since you`ve honoured the wish

Of the sorrows of the flesh

The sorrow of the flesh