Текст песни Desolate Sun - Dead Lights

and here remains the echoes
beyond the sun of windows
and here falls down the spring
the loss of beauty

and here was a house
i can still hear its smiles
children play in front of it
again arise echoes inside

it's strange to say
all the void i whisper now
i said i loved it i loved
but shutters now are so closed
so closed so closed
a bitter flow of silent dead lights