Our Mother No one has bore ourologies Nor the deadly plague To heal my wounds I don't wait for anyone Until the evening, I return to the same dream In front of me, the saint is holding a black wreath In the sea of darkness, that voice is calling me I have no luck, I have no salvation No one will have my magic, no one will have my pain To tear him to pieces, I give up No one will have my magic, no one will have my pain In my place, I always dream bad Not until the last summer, not until the end of the world Fate is my blade This soul has no home Black dawn, candles burn My sea My sea My sea My sea My sea My sea My sea My sea My sea Not until the last summer, not until the end of the world Fate is my blade My sea My sea My sea My sea No one will have my magic Not until the last summer No one will heal my wound Not until the end of the world