The Gesture Of The Gist Lyrics - La Naissance D'un Reve - Lacrimas Profundere

...and there is no sun 

not then and never again 

gloss nativity 

desirable perfume of light 

flavourless silence 

the beauty of the gist 

...but what is the gist 

nothing or everything 

embeded in lies about the real sense of life 

the poise between the beginning and the end 

...but this is the last dance 

escape from this thorn undying 

enrich me please in my truth 

the slumber in enchantment 

deify the breath, my only passion 

...but there is no sun 

no gesture no gist 

only me, only freedom, only life