Happy Days - Hurt, Destroyed and Torn... There's Nothing Left lyrics

Withered weed in a base old wooden table
Remembers the days of fame
Cold is the way paying with pain
Like thousands of useless coins
That rings in my pocket morning rises
And i dream to have ability
To keep my eyes closed just when sun stops
Hating all my dark dreams
Withered weeds in a base
I remember those days
When the smell of fresh flowers was you hair
Those moments all to give back
With tears and destruction of a flesh
I smell the evening
Feeling cutting through me
As the red light on the horizon