To none of the forbidden silent territories :: So do not reach out in

To none of the forbidden silent territories :: So do not reach out in search of scary stories. :: Homes and factories once stood here :: And now only a skeleton of the burnt nature. :: This is not a place for the living, but life is different here :: Shadows here rule the ball teasing us and playing :: Behind them they call into the silence of unfinished :: Lonely desperate dusty heroes. :: Chorus: :: Dance of the motes :: in the light of the moon :: baby pictures :: someones forgotten dreams :: abandoned dolls :: blind eyes :: About lived lives :: shadows can tell everything. :: Geiger counter nervously warns us :: About a game that a man will lose :: And a round dance of ghosts laughs at us :: Only shadows remained on the bridge after the explosion :: Those who once lived on this earth :: Became ashes long ago and disappeared into the mist :: Sometimes only the silhouettes of children flicker :: Prohibition sign This is a zone of shadows :: Dance of the motes