Résumé

Over there that little mountain rises, while some others dissolve into a plain
Time redefines itself and falls in sadness, grain by grain
"Time, my dear, heals all the wounds", the two-tongues echoes seem to say
But nothing, nothing changes here, this pain remains and will not go away.

"I went weak, as I grew old, and time itself has made me slow
And as I close my eyes in sadness, a thousand seasons come and go"

Might enough to cover all and also cruel enough to reveal
But all the wounds and scars he carries neither force nor kiss can ever heal.

Time heals nothing, nothing, nothing
Spitefully turns away and laughs
Leaves you half-broken and in defiance is only added another scar.(x2)

Call it "blind" how he is writhing, counting hours, centuries
The pain it grows and glows in tides, unable to vanish, unwilling to cease.

Time heals nothing, nothing, nothing
Pushes till we're diving into different flesh
Time heals nothing, nothing, nothing
Petrified with some unnameable shame.

"Time's fingers claw, I am losing hold. They say: There is no hope for you on earth
Time either still or maybe rushing In any case it will always turn out worse
Time is fleeting, time stands still It stops for no one and you are trapped within
But I do dream of the light..."You're only falling back into the left-hand side.

"How I wish what I was dead and rest in final peace
But even the luxury of death can't cure the wounds that time cannot heal"