the beginning

When the soul flies like a bullet right on target,
And the pain will fill the heart over the edge.
Probably not what everyone was waiting for,
How everyone after death longed for Paradise…

And now, all the strength runs out and pulls away,
And the sparks fall in tears from the eyes.
Know that this is the most real thing that gives the night,
And it only hurts the first time.

When the soul breaks like a dry branch,
All the things that we've had enough of for a long time.
It's not over, it's not over, baby,
This is just the very beginning....

You believe that someone believes in you and waits for you,
But the word bird is carried away into the distance.
And until your hope dies in your soul,
Hope, pain and sadness will not die in it…

When the soul flies like a bullet right on target,
And the pain will fill the heart over the edge.
This award is clearly not everyone was waiting for,
How not everyone will get Paradise after death…

When the soul breaks like a dry branch,
All the things that we've had enough of for a long time.
It's not over, it's not over, baby,
This is just the very beginning....

This is the beginning of great losses, and endings,
This is just a reward for persistent morals.
And in the midst of every terrible suffering,
There are also those that we got by right.

It's not over, it's not over, baby,
This is just the very beginning....
It's not over, it's not over, baby,
This is just the very beginning....