Paradise of the lonesome Where words are uselles How can people Live out of it For only here there's place The moss Shows the desertion Desertion is solitude That's all I want I want I want For thinkn' of everything I said And all I haven't done We'll be happy Will you? Oh silence city A dorms the sky Of horrible metropolis Brings me the living Of those who passed by Sufferin' pain Oh silence city Your smell is pure perfume in comparision to livin' bodies Body eternal call Of agony and sadness For those who don't believe anymore That there's a hiddin place Among placeful lakes of tears Where a black marbles rises And only there We'll be happy Will you