Taste, Taste my bitter dreams,

The emotions which spring from

A dark sea full of sins

And cold thoughts



Feel, Feel my aura now

Embracing your purity

It' s the call

To your innocence my friend



Breath, Breath my only wish

It is hiding form your eyes

Red it's color,

Like the one of passion



Burn, Burn my dead soul,

Blow the ashes in the wind

Let the night to spread

It's veils one more time



See, See the clouds of misery approach

Taking the shape of your fears



And the sun again is fading

Burning every faith I had for

For your beliefs, for your holy

Dreams of immortal happines



And the moon again is rising

Lighting my dark thougths of hate

Tears running from the idol,

Cannot satisfy the dead



"I gaze at the ceiling plasterwork

The meanders draw me in their dance

My happiness, I think, would be

A matter of height



Oh humble art that lacks pretension,

How much too late I admit your teaching!

Embossed dream, I shall come to you

In vertical fashion"