It's legally banned for Europe. There's something left inside of me The wound of a sharp blade is bleeding There's something on my face It's not the same, the color of hope is fading Somewhere in my heart, a forest is burning The songs you left behind are silent without owner Poems are always narrow, prayers are unhealed A sentence that has been conveyed throughout my life becomes ashes with the straw in your heart Burn, burn, burn, burn becomes ashes with the straw in your heart Burn, burn, burn, burn becomes ashes with the straw in your heart Burn, burn, burn, burn becomes ashes with the straw in your heart Burn, burn, burn, burn Burn, burn, burn, burn becomes ashes with the straw in your heart Burn, burn, burn, burn becomes ashes with the straw in your heart