Let me to wind The hands without link The thought without end The whises without be realized Next to a grave Together with the forgetly The shore of abyss Ready to jump Do n't bring me flowers Don't bring me smiles I just need to arrive at transition and back to world The suffering is a cycle That pass for phases and when the cycle finish under the light of truth I'll live Story without ending fixed look at time without answer only hear screams Do n't bring me flowers Don't bring me smiles I just need to arrive at transition and back to world