the Music of the stars | Q.Portet [Stolen Songs]

Another time, another place and another life,
the whole world seems to have stopped.
Another today, another yesterday and another always,
other remedies for the same suffering.

Glass toys in the hands of time
and time a toy in the hands of the gods.

Take the key to old mysteries out of your breath
and the happiness of the child;
take out the stength and the music of the stars
and the pureness of metal.

And the songs of other winters,
rotten, come back from other hells.

Glass toys in the hands of time
and time a toy in the hands of the gods.