Lost in translation

How could i survive in the flow of my madness?
I love the feeling which drives me further
but i lose my rational mind
In this music my emotions are fingers, playing my soul guitar
I cover the goodness with dark and wet cloud of sadness and tears
No one is protected from falling in love
but those guitars are playing in separate bands
they have met once for a concert
and lost their harmonic track forever
They now meet in a while
and share silences
The music would be too much to ask

Thow falling and loving is not the same
I have lost myself in translation
and have no words to describe the madness
I could sleep a thousand years
in this music made of tears
I hope the silence could forgive
the emotional madness of mine
No angel could

but my heart did
in Space Dye Vest
"...is nothing to keep me sane
and it is all the same to You...
...do You really think i need You...
and i never be opened again..."