Hope on the last floor where dust kills the breath The room is dark and wraps me in fear and sadness Without words I look around me thinking in tears A whole life closed in drawers under a roof I can hear those voices calling survived and alive today You fly and disappear and I'm watching you In the attic and the world of emotions One of those days so similar to many others Along with a friend of mine destroying me within' So many questions not any answer Nothing outside, nobody in the storm Just a small black bird survives I got trapped in the children's corner standing still I climb the stairs remembering moments Lived and gone and the melody starts To chant in my mind I can hear those voices calling survived and alive today You fly and disappear and I'm watching you In the attic and the world of emotions I go down stairs smiling I leave the absence of light behind my shoulders The oppression of that ceiling above the head And the shades that flee where are you come out My heart is full I listen through a darkened window they built white walls Like branches without life just upon them ice crystal cold season