The sun sets in the east
And the rose blooms in the west
My heart fills the room with sorrow
As my tears turn to stone
Where is the golden flute
That beckons my every call?
So profound is the weak
That weeps beneath the sun
And I call on you
But you don\'t hear me
The chandeliers rock to their core!
Behold the beautiful trees mi amor
As the shadows come running forward
In the break of the evening, I am contempt
There are no more winds to ascend
What golden flute calls upon my name
When my name is no longer relevant?
I hear your heart beating
And so is mine
Let us die together in sin,
For my heart is golden
And so is yours
I run amidst the graves of nowhere
Oh how lucky I am to be alive
For I am the break of the evening
Breaking the sun, the moon, and the stars;
Oh how lucky I am
To be alive,
There is no other way to die.