There is a house of the dead, but it's full of life,
A relic of the revolution.
There is a flame behind it's doors
Where we will never walk.
And when the rain is falling down,
And when the stars are shining,
Will you hear my call and
Will you be my light?
There is a room, where he's waiting,
Without an entrance, without an exit.
His memory is a mirror of dreams
That he's dreamt long ago.
And when the rain is falling down,
And when the stars are shining,
Will you hear my calling,
Will you be my light?
And we march to the top of the tower
And dragging like a rock at the ground of a river
And you know that everything must fall.
(Know that everything must fall…)