There are such people - the heart's very deep.

It seems like their heart is asleep.

Are they evil? Or are they as sweet?

When do they chuckle? And when do they scream?

You thought you were covering the world by storm.

Dazzling pleasure and later it’s gone!

Go and proceed, and later you’ll see -

Previously nothing meant like this to be.

There are such people - the heart's very deep.

It seems they don't notice and keep

But looking in depths of love, indeed

The stones are broken by hands with speed.

Scratched hands, without a single word

The stones are cracked and the stones are destroyed.

Build a new world, smash the erode,

Demolish and go by your own new road.

Where is your "love" and where is your "fancy"?

Where is your tree, and where is your branch?

Where is your own infinity catch?

Where is your plow that plows you to reach?

Who are your friends and what are your loved ones?

You don't feel it right now.

There are such people - heart deep, deep

Laughing at you

And weeping for you somehow.

Like they don’t have one.

are they angry? maybe kind?

when do they laugh? and when do they cry?

It seems like a whirlwind rushing through life.

Joy, like a light - pain, hurt

It Comes and it leaves. Instead, it remains

Just emptiness and nothing

There are people with very deep hearts.

But they don't know how to live.

And in the depths of that - hands to the blood

Their love only knows how to "crush"

Ripped off hands, silently, without words

Crushes stones, crushes into dust

The world will create and then destroy love,

And then... new world will be born

Where is yours "I love", where is yours "I want"?

Where is your tree, your branch?

Where is your road to infinity?

And where is your plow that will plow you?

Who is your friend and who is your lover?

It's hard to know when feelings are hidden.

There are people with a heart - one depth

They laugh about you

And then they will cry.

It seems they do not have a heart at all.

Are they evil? Are they cute?

When are they laughing? And when do they cry?

 

You thought - storms are covering the world.

Dazzling pleasure and up to the pain!

Go and move, and later you will see -

It wasn't anything yet.

 

There are such people – with the deepest heart.

It seems like they don't even think

But in the very depths of love

The stones are broken with scratched hands.

 

Scratched hands, without a single word

The stones are broken and the stones are divided.

Build a world, overthrow, erode,

Demolish and rebuild again.

 

Where is your "love" and where is your "want"?

Where is your tree, and where is your branch?

Where is your path to infinity?

Where is your plow that plows you?

 

Who are your friends and what are your loved ones?

You don't feel it at all.

There are such people –with the deepest heart , deep

Laughing at you

And crying for you.

They don’t seem to have the heart at all, 

are they evil, are they sweet? 

When are they laughing and when are they crying at nightfall? 

 

 

You thought you covered the world of the sea. 

This Dazzling joy and suffering pain. 

Go, travel and then you will see... 

There’s nothing behind, but the rambling rain. 

 

 

There are people like this, heart really deep. 

Seems like they don’t slow down any more. 

But their true love is what they all keep, 

Bruised hands breaking the heart ore. 

 

Bruised hands,  words are no needed 

Stones are burst and shattered away .  

Build a world, destroy and rebuild it,  

Fight for your glory and stand on your way. 

 

Where is your “love” and where is your “velleity”? 

Where's your tree, and where're your leaves? 

Where is your way to desired Infinity? 

Where is your plow that roams on your hills? 

 

Who are your friends now, and who do you love? 

You can’t even see what to do. 

There are people like this – heart deep, deep below 

Laughing about and crying on you 

They don't seem to have the heart.

Are they Evil? Are they cute?

When do they chuckle ? And when they shout?

You thought you covered the world with storms.

Dazzling pleasure and up pain so sharp !

Go and move, and later so mature –

It was nothing yet.

There are such people – the soul is so deep.

It seems that they do not get worse,

But in the very depths of love

Bruised hands break stones.

Bruised hands without a single word

Stones are broken and stones are split .

Build yourself a world, smash, tear up,

Break down and build again.

What is your "love“, and what Is Your”want"?

Where is your tree, and where is your twig?

Where is your way to Infinity?

Where is your plow that ars you?

Who are you friends, and who are you dear?

You don't feel it yourself.

There are such people - soul is deep, deep

Giggle at you

And crying about you.

I think they don’t have a heart at all.

Are they evil? Are they cute?

When do they laugh? And when they cry?

 

You thought - you covered the world with storms.

Dazzling pleasure and painfully sharp!

Go and move, and later so behold -

It was nothing yet.

 

There are such people - heart is very deep.

I think that they do not suspect.

But in the deep is love

Bruised hands break stones.

 

Bruised hands without a single word

Break stones and crush stones.

Build yourself a world, smash, tear up 

Break down and build again.

 

Where is your “love”, and where is your “want”?

Where is your tree, and where is your branch?

Where is your road to infinity?

Where is your plough that fits you?

 

Who are your friends, and what are your loved ones?

You don’t feel it yourself.

There are such people - heart is deep, deep

Laughing at you

And crying about you.

It seems like they don’t have any indeed

Are they cruel? Are they loved?

Can they even cry or laugh?

It can feel like putting the world under storms

Enjoying the pain, suffering goes.

Come and see, you will see

It’s just begun, you’ll go through this sea.

There are some people, whose hearts are so deep.

It seems like they won’t slow down when nights are asleep.

But deep down there is furious love

Throwing stones into the void.

With broken hands, without saying a word,

Crumbling and splitting the stones

Where is your “love”, where is your “want you”?

Where is the three, where is that hand that will catch you?

How about your road to nowhere?

And your cure, nobody’s here!

Who are your friends and who are your loved ones?

It’s like a day dream..

There are some people - heart deep, and deep

Laughing at you

And crying for you.

It seems like there is nothing inside.

You don’t understand what happens with ‘em,

Or when do they cry or they laugh.

You feel like you cast the storm all around,

That’s dazzling fun hurts everyone!
It comes and it goes, burns everything down!
But later you notice - nothing’s been done.

There are some people with hearths deep within
It seems like they don’t understand.
Yet deep in their chest there’s love living in,

Scarred from the battle, still fighting her stand.

Scarred from the battle, with no one to blame,
Breaks all the rocks, these rocks are in pain.
She builds from them kingdom, watch’s it decay,
Then tears it all down and builds once again 

Where is your “love” and what is your “want”?
Where is your root and what is your cone?
Where is your stairway in to the unknown?
And who is your mower that mows all you own?

Who are your friends, and what do you love?
I know you don’t get it, and that is enough.
Yet there are some people with hearts deep inside
That mourn about you,
About you they laugh.

There are some people who have the deepest  heart.

It seems that they have no heart at all.

Are they evil? Are they cute?

When do they laugh? And when do they cry?

You thought storms were covering the world.

Dazzling pleasure and painfully sharp!

Go and move, and then you'll see 

That nothing has happened yet.

There are some people who have the deepest heart.

They don't seem to understand,

But in the very depths of love

Stones are broken by rubbed hands. 

Scratched hands, stones break without a single word

The stones are broken and sorted

Build peace, overthrow, destroy, 

Demolish and rebuild.

Where is your "love" and where is your "will"? 

Where is your tree and where is your branch?

Where is your path to infinity?

Where is your plow that plows you? 

Who are your friends and who are your favorites?

You don't feel it at all.
There are such people - whose heart is deep,deep 

I laugh at you 

And cry about you.

There are such people - the heart is deep.

It seems that they don’t have the heart. 

Are they angry? Are they sweet?

When do they laugh? And when do they weep?

 

You thought you covered the world with storms.

Dazzling joy and the point of terrible pain!

Go and move, and later so behold -

It was nothing yet.

 

There are such people - the heart is deep.

It seems, than they do not suspect,

But in the very depths of love

Bruised hands break stones.

 

Bruised hands without a single word

Stones are broken and stones are burst.

Build yourself a world, smash, tear up,

Break down and build again.

 

Where is your "love", and Where Is your "want"?

Where is your tree, and where is your branch?

Where is your path to Infinity?

 

What does it  mean to be a friend to you, and what’s cute to you?

You don't feel it yourself.

There are such people- Heart is deep.

Laughing at you

And crying about you.