ReckoningI'm alone,And I'm afraid,I will not haveAny place in grave.I hope,When that renowned day comes,I will have my place,Amongst theseHonored hearts.But what can I give?I didn't do much,For the other,Looks like I haveNo such honor.So what would it be?Should be that,Even my heart didn't give?What's locked insideIt's unyielding grip?No, it can't be!As the sin corrupts the mind,And the mind corrups the heart,If the heart is corrupted,It will burn you to ashes.
What is the best way?Do you used to tendTo do things you like?Or do you used turnYour face from the light?Do you think,That choosing the best way,Is a vital thing?Or is it the best way to choose,The vital part of everything?Or is it the bestNot to choose,Because there isNo vital part,Only the way of things.
Burning river, flames of waterBurning river,Flames of water,Surrounding my body,As joyful tragedy,Appearing two fairy,Singing a song:Come, come!I'm the fairy!The other one:You no longerHave to worry!Suddenly somethingComes to my mind:Do I have to choose,Which one is right?I have to choose,But how can I do it,If my confused heartNot able to take it?Get away cheaters,Dirty swindlersDo you have to pick onCareless passengers?They respond to me:We're not cheaters,You can believe it,You can take it,Or just leave it.But remember this:Burning river,Flames of water,Are part of your soul,They will haunt you forever,Like a restless ghoul,Unless you decideTo choose it well,To live your lifeIn heaven or hell.But how can I choose?It's all just a trick!Show me your true form,Take off your masks,And then I could choose,Your real, true selves.Don't worry,We're not faking!,This is life:Flames of water,Burning river,Inside one thing:Hate and lover.
Bu tengereLátom a folyót,Látom a tengert,De szívesen belemennék,De félek:Nem jövök ki reggel.Bánat patakja,Bú tengere,Hol vagy szerelem,Eltűntél örökre?
What is the best way?Do you used to tendTo do things you like?Or do you used turnYour face from the light?Do you think,That choosing the best wayIs a vital thing?Or is it the best way choosing,The vital part of everything?Or is it the bestNot to choose,Because there isNo vital part,Only the way of things.
BackpackI see it, as I turn right.It could be such a pleasureFor the eye,Like honey to a bee,From a starving hive,Bot no!,That ain't gonna happen,Instead, anyone would kick it,Up to the heaven.