COLD JUNE

1. BROKEN PROMISE

(Instrumental)


DEEP-PRESSION

2. NAMES

THE NAMES OF THOSE WHO REST IN A BURIAL SOIL

When whispering their names
They come to me
Their voices reverberate
Among four white walls
In four cold songs..
Here is hell
Where the dreams are born
But never come true
…I call them
Trying to forget the things
That even never were!
Trying forget those sad eyes
Hidden in long wet hair!
..
It never happened
..
All still rest in soil
..
And all this pain is useless
As useless are their names
That dwell white walls
That dwell dark cells


3. IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE THE LANDSCAPE IS SO WONDERFUL

I'm in the middle of nowhere!

Same

And i like the landscape... .... (!)

Have you ever seen that ground without soil?

Not yet.. Clouds were covering the empty..........


4. BROKEN TREE

Distant...
Distant...
So very far away
So broken
The smell of thunder...
Lightening in the sky...
New dawn rises...
Crashed...
Crashed...
In a wood unknown
So distant
So broken
Last night the death has come...
The smell of thunder...
Lightening from the sky...
New day...

Leafless forests
Distant

Show me the trees
Still having leaves... (can you?)

Find the true place of misanthropy
Never taken on photograph

It's in us
Like floating stream

It's in us
Like hand that grinds our hearts…

So broken