(Verse 1)In a garden that never fully bloomed,grew a shadow, softly glowing for warmth.You took the threads from a stranger's hand,interwoven with silk, in a foreign land.A song the birds did not know in winter,a fire that burned silently in the chill.(Pre-Chorus)Out of stones that are not yours, you builda palace to disrupt the echo.But in the silence, when the moon bleaches the world,have you ever leaned back toward yesterday?(Chorus)I am the crack in the silver wall,the lost track in the shifting sand.An echo that waits, a child without a name,that escaped behind the gates of the mirrors.You do not have to call, you do not have to confess,I saw you in the shimmering of the glasses.(Verse 2)We both played in costumes made of light,yet what we felt spoke from our faces.That winter does not truly understand us both,when the wind turns around old secrets.You wave from the window, a shadow, a gleam,leaving the door just a little bit alone.(Bridge)Time is a river that forgets names,but what beats inside us is what measures us.You need no courage to break the wall,just let the silence promise the truth.A tree full of stars, a foreign garment,I hold the thread – and reach out my hand to you.(Outro)The curtain falls softly,in the middle of the night.Not a word is to be heard,no storm will disturb us.I know that you know …that the circle is now …closing.
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