I saw the signs that were
left in their lies.

I saw the signs in the shine
of your eyes.

I saw the signs in the disarray
of their cries.

I think I might have flatlined,
at the moment our signs were
no longer tied.

Nothing else but to seek
the truth that lies.
I woke up
and we were through.
In the end, how crude;
how rude were the stars
not to guide us so far.

Now, I cannot see the signs
and the rest are just memoirs.
Lost in this infinite loop
that could ever be located
by any radar.

I think I might have flatlined,
at the moment our signs were
no longer tied.

Amongst another dimensions
I tried to find your signs.
But I just kept
staring at empty lines.
Traveling through dead frequencies,
reassembling time and spaces,
I threw myself into cosmic races.

I have witnessed disgraces
so I could see
and make vital your signs.

But I just flatlined
at the moment our signs

were no longer tied.

Czysta miłość.
Czysta sympatia.
Od ciebie
zawsze oczekiwałem
życzliwości.
To było prawdziwe.
Wiem, co czułem.
Kiedy się obudziłeś, wiedziałem,
że już nigdy nie będę sam