A Pure Formality (Esqarial)

The wind brings the news that the new one arrives The night she'd a tear driven to despair The fate does not belong to him anymore He must take part in spectacle the nature prepared Life, it is nothing but a clean Blotted out and patient sheet What a great responsibility For this who holds the pen Reminiscences of youth Closed in the old photographs Testimony of reality Writing it down is a pure formality I can see him sitting at the table In manners and gestures he behaved so exquisite I'll never forget the words he said "The world you brought to life I often visit" The darkness came Scenes before my eyes Now I know Where the truth lies. I close my eyes I can feel no pain The sound of blast echoes in my head His face with a worried frown I can see myself lying on the ground Life, it is nothing but a clean Blotted out and patient sheet What a great responsibility For this who holds the pen Reminiscences of youth Closed in the old photographs Testimony of reality Writing it down is a pure formality