The water's flowing down the river of the memories of days without a sound The waters carry away the memories of days lost in the abyss of my dawn Back
Tulkojums: Novembrī. Atmiņas.
of you is always on my mind, searching for the strength to carry on. Buried deep within my soul, your memory will punish me. I no longer see a future
Tulkojums: Novembris Doom. In Memories Past.
